"Might be I could point you in the right direction, but I'd not send you out into the wastes. This place needs some proper couriers," he remarks, a little peeved about this. Bane of his life, trying to source the basics. Metals are a whole other problem.
He picks up the radishes, and stands there a moment. Right.
He comes over to Myla and sheepishly holds out the container. "Here. The cartographer said you had these for dinner. I imagine they're manageable, in that case." He'll keep hold of the container until he's absolutely sure she has it settled. Myla's motor control does not seem a thing to rely on at present.
Lemm glances at the door. The Knight is not back yet, which. Well. Maybe he'll take the opportunity.
"Not sure how close you two are," he mutters, "but the Knight was - upset, thinking they'd done you harm. They're working hard to fix it. Hard for them to let you know that, I'd imagine." The reading. He sighs, and tries to make absolutely sure he cannot be misconstrued. "I'm only telling you they're trustworthy. Not that a stranger's opinion matters a jot."
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He picks up the radishes, and stands there a moment. Right.
He comes over to Myla and sheepishly holds out the container. "Here. The cartographer said you had these for dinner. I imagine they're manageable, in that case." He'll keep hold of the container until he's absolutely sure she has it settled. Myla's motor control does not seem a thing to rely on at present.
Lemm glances at the door. The Knight is not back yet, which. Well. Maybe he'll take the opportunity.
"Not sure how close you two are," he mutters, "but the Knight was - upset, thinking they'd done you harm. They're working hard to fix it. Hard for them to let you know that, I'd imagine." The reading. He sighs, and tries to make absolutely sure he cannot be misconstrued. "I'm only telling you they're trustworthy. Not that a stranger's opinion matters a jot."