"Pah. I was about to suggest the same, but I've no clue how that might work. Either way I'd agree with the decision not to get rid of it... My calling makes me biased, I suppose."
Despite the sleep he's still shedding, Lemm instinctively runs the numbers. On the concept of a metalwork flower possibly crafted in a land of dead gods and pulled out of Dream by a survivor of a plague that decimated a Kingdom -
- A lot. It would be worth a lot. He almost says so.
The cogs start turning just fast enough for him to remember their last conversation, and the explanation he'd been given after. Instead of naming the thing anything like treasure, Lemm shuts his stupid mouth.
He twists to reach over and pat his hand lightly on the Knight's hiding-pillow, instead, and then pushes forward and eases himself up into a stand, creaky and slow, blanket hanging from his shoulders. He was comfortable. Doesn't mean he's not stiff now.
"Can you see me from there?" Blunt question. Easy to answer, though.
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Despite the sleep he's still shedding, Lemm instinctively runs the numbers. On the concept of a metalwork flower possibly crafted in a land of dead gods and pulled out of Dream by a survivor of a plague that decimated a Kingdom -
- A lot. It would be worth a lot. He almost says so.
The cogs start turning just fast enough for him to remember their last conversation, and the explanation he'd been given after. Instead of naming the thing anything like treasure, Lemm shuts his stupid mouth.
He twists to reach over and pat his hand lightly on the Knight's hiding-pillow, instead, and then pushes forward and eases himself up into a stand, creaky and slow, blanket hanging from his shoulders. He was comfortable. Doesn't mean he's not stiff now.
"Can you see me from there?" Blunt question. Easy to answer, though.