Lemm takes a couple of measured steps towards Greenhorn, still mindful of being steady about it. He wags a beckoning hand at them and tries to look casual.
The conversation he wants to have is short, and only under the pretense of being candid.
"Here you are. I've a job for you." Lemm crosses his arms imperiously, ticks his horn to the side, and jabs a thumb back at the Shadelord. "I want you to keep this one on the straight and narrow on the way to getting this mask mended. Your Knight's prone to getting inconveniently lost."
He is completely audible to the Lord of Shades from where he's standing. This is deliberate, judging by the sarcastic tone he just aimed partly over his shoulder.
"If you catch them getting distracted on the way there I want you to make a fuss. Whack 'em with their map if you have to. This mask thing's important, d'you hear? Can you do it?"
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The conversation he wants to have is short, and only under the pretense of being candid.
"Here you are. I've a job for you." Lemm crosses his arms imperiously, ticks his horn to the side, and jabs a thumb back at the Shadelord. "I want you to keep this one on the straight and narrow on the way to getting this mask mended. Your Knight's prone to getting inconveniently lost."
He is completely audible to the Lord of Shades from where he's standing. This is deliberate, judging by the sarcastic tone he just aimed partly over his shoulder.
"If you catch them getting distracted on the way there I want you to make a fuss. Whack 'em with their map if you have to. This mask thing's important, d'you hear? Can you do it?"