They want to. So. Relic Seeker Lemm stays sitting straight in his seat, and gives them his whole attention.
Cicatrice he knows, and he's heard of Ivolis. Unfortunate business, a wildfire. Rarely leaves much behind for his profession to look at. This is a fleeting thought, because Lemm is far more focused on the fact they have just informed him about what amounts to massive memory loss.
In the time they take to move onto the explanation, Lemm weighs in a little bit.
"First thing you said to me was you'd only recently... discovered yourself. Wondered what that meant at the time, but I wouldn't have thought..." He shakes his head. "Can't imagine what that must've been like, Knight. That kind of thing's rare barring a nasty knock to the head, and I doubt that's what happened to you." The biology probably doesn't add up? He has no idea, actually, but it still seems unlikely.
The work they undertook is just given an acknowledging nod. Lemm's not one to care how others scratch a living. He's seen enough to remain unfazed by worse things (and he has done business, on occasion, with far more unscrupulous individuals). He can picture the Knight as a mercenary if he tries. This is considered while he waits for them to finish the rest.
Which nets a wince, as he reads the description of that feeling, and the understanding that followed.
"Ah..."
What to say to that? Offering sympathy feels terribly inadequate, and he doesn't trust that he has the words to do it properly. Lemm hovers a while looking troubled, and his fingers run absently along the edge of the counter.
Maybe there is no good way of responding to that. Lemm sighs, with some finality, and tries to smooth over his distress. They're telling him; best he can do is not make this any harder for them.
"I can guess at whose it was. It's beyond remarkable that a... sign like that travelled so far." He tilts his head. "May be that travelled is the wrong word. Not for me to puzzle out right now. And you followed it..." Oh, that's... right. "But you didn't know."
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Date: 2023-02-17 12:29 pm (UTC)Cicatrice he knows, and he's heard of Ivolis. Unfortunate business, a wildfire. Rarely leaves much behind for his profession to look at. This is a fleeting thought, because Lemm is far more focused on the fact they have just informed him about what amounts to massive memory loss.
In the time they take to move onto the explanation, Lemm weighs in a little bit.
"First thing you said to me was you'd only recently... discovered yourself. Wondered what that meant at the time, but I wouldn't have thought..." He shakes his head. "Can't imagine what that must've been like, Knight. That kind of thing's rare barring a nasty knock to the head, and I doubt that's what happened to you." The biology probably doesn't add up? He has no idea, actually, but it still seems unlikely.
The work they undertook is just given an acknowledging nod. Lemm's not one to care how others scratch a living. He's seen enough to remain unfazed by worse things (and he has done business, on occasion, with far more unscrupulous individuals). He can picture the Knight as a mercenary if he tries. This is considered while he waits for them to finish the rest.
Which nets a wince, as he reads the description of that feeling, and the understanding that followed.
"Ah..."
What to say to that? Offering sympathy feels terribly inadequate, and he doesn't trust that he has the words to do it properly. Lemm hovers a while looking troubled, and his fingers run absently along the edge of the counter.
Maybe there is no good way of responding to that. Lemm sighs, with some finality, and tries to smooth over his distress. They're telling him; best he can do is not make this any harder for them.
"I can guess at whose it was. It's beyond remarkable that a... sign like that travelled so far." He tilts his head. "May be that travelled is the wrong word. Not for me to puzzle out right now. And you followed it..." Oh, that's... right. "But you didn't know."