Lemm leaves them to their fiddling, arms folded and idly watching, but not intently - from the outside, he looks like he's barely paying attention. None of his private thoughts usually show on his face, at least not the important ones.
The shout, though. Now that he's seen it - well, the spell looks violent, but he suspects it was reined in very well. He knows he's dealing with the Lord of Shades, that it perhaps could have been far more destructive. There was a thunderous tremor to the floor when the Soul Sanctum shattered. He's making some connections here.
...Hm. And it's not a bad hm, for the advocate for delicacy and historic preservation.
Lemm unfolds his arms and goes to the door, which leads to a curling iron ramp that leads gently to ground level again. There is a park down there, across the street, still heading west. Last stop, maybe.
Lemm will be holding the door when they're ready, pretending to be interested in the decor he's seen more times than anyone else alive.
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The shout, though. Now that he's seen it - well, the spell looks violent, but he suspects it was reined in very well. He knows he's dealing with the Lord of Shades, that it perhaps could have been far more destructive. There was a thunderous tremor to the floor when the Soul Sanctum shattered. He's making some connections here.
...Hm. And it's not a bad hm, for the advocate for delicacy and historic preservation.
Lemm unfolds his arms and goes to the door, which leads to a curling iron ramp that leads gently to ground level again. There is a park down there, across the street, still heading west. Last stop, maybe.
Lemm will be holding the door when they're ready, pretending to be interested in the decor he's seen more times than anyone else alive.