Lemm takes a deep breath, and then a slow sigh. Watch out for the small ones, he supposes...

"That I'd believe. Rips off worse than me, apparently." Still salty, by the way. "There're mentions of a Nailsage here and there - not much, just enough to pen it as quite the revered role."

And up until recently it belonged to a shopkeeper in Dirtmouth. With a reputation for Geo-grabbing.

"Does take some of the gloss away," he admits. "Maybe I shouldn't say that to his face, eh?"