Just after lumping back down, the Knight freezes. They hadn't looked straight up until Lemm's indication.

It's people. It's art.

--There's sound.

Not unlike ringing of the bells in the Stag Nest; that and the endless chatter in the Queen's Station. One of those moments they entertained they'd lost their mind, if Quirrel hadn't been there, too; noise that wasn't real, yet still there.

An echo of presences long-gone. Trade more than travel. Laughter, shouts, bargaining.

Before moving to follow, they look at Lemm's face to see if he has any response.