"Still unclear on what Essence is," he admits, folding his arms. "Though I bet I'm soon for a crash course, given who we're seeing."
It might be helpful if any of it felt particularly magical or significant to him. But the Dream Nail had felt like nothing, and he doesn't even know what he expected from the room-with-a-ghost-in-it at the Pleasure House but he'd gotten absolutely nothing there too. Mostly, knowing about Dream has been an exercise in dull disappointment. It's a novelty that the Whispering Root gave him anything at all, though Lemm is privately pleased that it did.
"Can't imagine they're all that important." He squints at the drawing. "Looks like a wind chime, or something like one."
He's actually eager to at least get to the top, if only so that the climb can be over. They're so close, too. Lemm steps towards the edge and mildly sizes up the distance, grapple in hand, though he doesn't move to throw it yet.
"I wonder how many, then?" He's curious. Then, with a look back at the Knight, he makes a small connection. "You said you heard - something, in the Artisans Bureau."
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Date: 2023-03-09 08:58 pm (UTC)It might be helpful if any of it felt particularly magical or significant to him. But the Dream Nail had felt like nothing, and he doesn't even know what he expected from the room-with-a-ghost-in-it at the Pleasure House but he'd gotten absolutely nothing there too. Mostly, knowing about Dream has been an exercise in dull disappointment. It's a novelty that the Whispering Root gave him anything at all, though Lemm is privately pleased that it did.
"Can't imagine they're all that important." He squints at the drawing. "Looks like a wind chime, or something like one."
He's actually eager to at least get to the top, if only so that the climb can be over. They're so close, too. Lemm steps towards the edge and mildly sizes up the distance, grapple in hand, though he doesn't move to throw it yet.
"I wonder how many, then?" He's curious. Then, with a look back at the Knight, he makes a small connection. "You said you heard - something, in the Artisans Bureau."