"Spellcraft is a bit beyond someone like me, but I've heard of the Snail Shamans..."

The Mantis stuff is interesting. Relevant even, if the Grey Mourner courted one in her private life.

"The Traitor Lord being the one who took the Mourner's love with him. I wonder how the other three Lords felt about that. Or if they knew at all." He steps carefully between the papers on the ground and gives the room a once-over, his hand straying to run lightly over the edge of the hammock material, and it takes him a moment to register what it is. Other bugs than a Mantis weave hammocks, though this one's more vertical than he's used to. It's in a bedroom, though, so the dots are not difficult to connect. "...Ah, I see. Can't abide these myself..."

A lot of these papers look a little less ancient, and thus less likely to crumble than the ones in the study, and Lemm will get to those in a moment. First he heads to the bay windows, where there's a kind of ledge seating area, and pulls open the curtains. There's not much light out there to let in, and the view is... a little depressing, honestly.

He gives up and pulls out his lamp.