Yes, he had a feeling it wouldn't be Dirtmouth. Normally his amusement isn't so obvious until he decides it should be, but normally they're not leaning on him. They'll feel a slight tremor as a snicker doesn't quite make itself anyone's business, and he moves on.

"The Hunter, eh? Never heard of him, but then I suppose it takes one to know one, and I'm decidedly not."

Lemm peers over the Knight at the map and slips a hand under the edge, lifting it a bit to get a better look.

"Hmm. Don't suppose I could take a look? At the journal, I mean, not the one who gave it to you. I'm not in the mind to get myself hunted. By someone who indulges in venom."