At the sound of their pen, Lemm turns and half-steps back over to scan their words from a distance, then nods. That's understandable. He turns back to his task.

"Might've had trouble if you did. Plenty of them were written in thick dialect. S'a struggle getting your head around it sometimes."

He picks out something that seems innocuous and almost turns to bring it back to the counter before catching the word coliseum and dropping it with a distinctive thud. They said not Crystal Peak, and he's decided not Kingdom's Edge, either.

Lemm eventually returns to his seat with a different one, resting it comfortably in one hand and partly against the counter. With a glance at the Knight, he clears his throat and begins reading.

"Were it appointment mine that - ah, bother, you're one of those." Lemm scans ahead a bit, then tries again. "...Right. If I were appointed to a more importunate task I would forge ahead, but with no haste, prudence begs me to seek shelter. Eyes seek me from the green verges and unease clouds my duty..."

He pauses here, and chances a look at the Knight again to see what they're making of this.

"I'm not doing a voice," he states, mostly joking. "Anyway this one's from Greenpath. Tourist following the Pilgrim's Way by the sound of it. S'this one too dense?"