There's an array of dining material kept behind the bar they might be able to go through - ceramics and silverware, yes, but also spare candles and the like. (Whatever drinks were here appear to have been looted quite thoroughly.) As far as furniture goes, the Knight has the run of the place, especially with their apparently unlimited storage habits. Whatever the case Lemm has been here before - if there's anything left he hasn't taken, he doesn't want it.
Lemm comes to the stage, though he doesn't stray up onto it, just stands there in front of it with his arms folded - like he's an audience member and they're a performer. The absurdity of this thought isn't lost on him.
"This was called The Glasswing - nice little bar that got itself patronised mostly by the noble folk from the Royal Quarter nearby, who would get themselves three sheets to the wind and entertain themselves with the usual bored rich activities. Scavenger hunts and dare parties and the like."
He sounds amused.
"Song, as well, though from what few tipsy lyrics that got written down they weren't as good at it as they thought they were. One bug at a time'd get up where you're standing and give it a go."
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Lemm comes to the stage, though he doesn't stray up onto it, just stands there in front of it with his arms folded - like he's an audience member and they're a performer. The absurdity of this thought isn't lost on him.
"This was called The Glasswing - nice little bar that got itself patronised mostly by the noble folk from the Royal Quarter nearby, who would get themselves three sheets to the wind and entertain themselves with the usual bored rich activities. Scavenger hunts and dare parties and the like."
He sounds amused.
"Song, as well, though from what few tipsy lyrics that got written down they weren't as good at it as they thought they were. One bug at a time'd get up where you're standing and give it a go."