Lemm had not given much thought to the route until he began walking. But even as the elevator lowers he formulates one, picking apart the Capital in his head as they make their way out past the pouring gutters.
Fountain Square is familiar to them both, but he doesn't linger - he just casts a wistful glance up at the Memorial on the way past and cuts across the square diagonally. While he certainly isn't a tour guide... he is a Relic Seeker, and the city is itself a relic, by technicality. Being told to lead falls well under his purview.
Lemm leads them north across a decorated metal grille that serves as a bridge across the water. Then out through the slightly-ajar gate, which is so huge he has to brace his shoulder against it to ease it further open; it groans eerily on its hinges. He stands aside to let the Knight pass first, almost ceremonious in it - in some small way like accommodating a houseguest - and then settles into step at their side.
If they turned left here they'd pass the Sanctum. Lemm instead takes them down a long, straight stretch of road that runs past some other prominent towers, edged by an overfull canal. For a little while he's quiet, letting the patter of rain clear his remaining discomfort from a rather awkward conversation.
Lemm glances down at the Knight and tries to catch their attention, then gives a subtle little flick of his horns in the direction of a splash of dim, faded colour across the canal.
Painted against a wall at a street corner bricked with conveniently flatter stone, and tucked under the overhang of a balcony where the worst of the rain doesn't reach, is a piece of street art: a butterfly mid-twirl, wreathed in flowers. He'd mentioned before there was a mural of Marissa out here, hadn't he?
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Fountain Square is familiar to them both, but he doesn't linger - he just casts a wistful glance up at the Memorial on the way past and cuts across the square diagonally. While he certainly isn't a tour guide... he is a Relic Seeker, and the city is itself a relic, by technicality. Being told to lead falls well under his purview.
Lemm leads them north across a decorated metal grille that serves as a bridge across the water. Then out through the slightly-ajar gate, which is so huge he has to brace his shoulder against it to ease it further open; it groans eerily on its hinges. He stands aside to let the Knight pass first, almost ceremonious in it - in some small way like accommodating a houseguest - and then settles into step at their side.
If they turned left here they'd pass the Sanctum. Lemm instead takes them down a long, straight stretch of road that runs past some other prominent towers, edged by an overfull canal. For a little while he's quiet, letting the patter of rain clear his remaining discomfort from a rather awkward conversation.
Lemm glances down at the Knight and tries to catch their attention, then gives a subtle little flick of his horns in the direction of a splash of dim, faded colour across the canal.
Painted against a wall at a street corner bricked with conveniently flatter stone, and tucked under the overhang of a balcony where the worst of the rain doesn't reach, is a piece of street art: a butterfly mid-twirl, wreathed in flowers. He'd mentioned before there was a mural of Marissa out here, hadn't he?