Weak they are, though there's something to be said for the strange erraticism forced out of living creatures by the onset of Infection. Likely the writer of the journal did more to spook themselves into a corner than their odd onlookers ever did.
Lemm has thoughts about the deliberate obfuscation of information. He suspects the Knight is entirely correct, and tells them as much. Now isn't the time for him to get as animated about that as he'd like - they're trying to lower the stress levels in the room, not raise them - but he makes his opinion crystal clear, with a carefully-managed tone. Those in charge back then deserve a kicking. Stupid way of going about it. Speaking as a scholar, of course.
The Knight's interest in tracing the dialect (he... thinks?) is addressed with patience and detail. There are a couple of places he passed on the way to Hallownest that still have traces of this way of speaking, and Lemm describes the locations.
"...Some of the closest waypoints, in fact. One's a temple, or it was - repurposed into a rest stop by settlers long after it fell into disuse. The other's a shabby little overground town, not unlike..."
Lemm remembers too late that the Knight lives in Dirtmouth. And cares about that place even if they didn't. He stumbles awkwardly into the next sentence and hopes not finishing that thought will count as even slightly graceful.
"...It's to the west of here, if I remember rightly, in the lee of a hill. Locals are shieldbugs mostly, with some foreigners. Probably friendlier than I gave them credit, but then I was in a damn sour mood by then."
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Date: 2023-02-16 04:46 pm (UTC)Lemm has thoughts about the deliberate obfuscation of information. He suspects the Knight is entirely correct, and tells them as much. Now isn't the time for him to get as animated about that as he'd like - they're trying to lower the stress levels in the room, not raise them - but he makes his opinion crystal clear, with a carefully-managed tone. Those in charge back then deserve a kicking. Stupid way of going about it. Speaking as a scholar, of course.
The Knight's interest in tracing the dialect (he... thinks?) is addressed with patience and detail. There are a couple of places he passed on the way to Hallownest that still have traces of this way of speaking, and Lemm describes the locations.
"...Some of the closest waypoints, in fact. One's a temple, or it was - repurposed into a rest stop by settlers long after it fell into disuse. The other's a shabby little overground town, not unlike..."
Lemm remembers too late that the Knight lives in Dirtmouth. And cares about that place even if they didn't. He stumbles awkwardly into the next sentence and hopes not finishing that thought will count as even slightly graceful.
"...It's to the west of here, if I remember rightly, in the lee of a hill. Locals are shieldbugs mostly, with some foreigners. Probably friendlier than I gave them credit, but then I was in a damn sour mood by then."