Ah. Well. No accounting for his habit of putting out the harsh truth.
Lemm glances at the Knight, checking that he hasn't made an error here, but he can't exactly dwell on that and leave Myla steeping in what looks very much like it might go from nerves to grief.
"We don't have to talk about it," he tells her flatly, unable to come up with anything kinder. And a bit of explanation probably wouldn't go amiss, so... "I'm numb to the matter of it. Others aren't, and I'm well aware. For your own good, don't humour me." There, sound advice.
He sighs, and rather clumsily tries to make nice.
"I'm not one for visitors, but my shop's one floor up in the closest tower to the Storerooms lift. Keep an eye out for anything that looks old and valuable and I'll price it accordingly. Riches I can't guarantee you, but I'm fair."
(Lemm pre-emptively puts his palm flat on the Knight's paper. Don't you dare.)
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Lemm glances at the Knight, checking that he hasn't made an error here, but he can't exactly dwell on that and leave Myla steeping in what looks very much like it might go from nerves to grief.
"We don't have to talk about it," he tells her flatly, unable to come up with anything kinder. And a bit of explanation probably wouldn't go amiss, so... "I'm numb to the matter of it. Others aren't, and I'm well aware. For your own good, don't humour me." There, sound advice.
He sighs, and rather clumsily tries to make nice.
"I'm not one for visitors, but my shop's one floor up in the closest tower to the Storerooms lift. Keep an eye out for anything that looks old and valuable and I'll price it accordingly. Riches I can't guarantee you, but I'm fair."
(Lemm pre-emptively puts his palm flat on the Knight's paper. Don't you dare.)