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They're not dead.

Less dead than they'd felt, at least. Their shell doesn't normally take so long to reform.

Then again. Their shell doesn't usually break of their own violation as they ascended in a boiling rage, ate at least one realm, a god, and all the Godseekers.

(That last point is debatable, actually. There's some odd sense, deep under their...shell? Void? Wherever they once stored things like Isma's Tear, much deeper now...that the sea-mind is still there, sluggish and held in a stasis. They're already adjusting enough, and they don't seem to be dying or trying to kill them, so that problem is neatly sorted as 'for later'.)

They push their body to stand. Their horn clangs uncomfortably loudly against the grate they've apparently woken up beneath. They're somewhere in the Royal Waterways. A quick check of the map--or, not so quick, as it takes time to locate where it had been--shows they've risen about halfway through, closer to the City of Tears than the White Palace. They'll go to the Stag Station in the City Storerooms next.

So they think. Complications arise on the way.

The Infection is gone, leaving dead Flukes, Pilflips, and Hwurmps in piles enough it takes time to force their way past. Their body seems too small. No, their body is fine--there's something wrong with perception itself. That will take time to adjust to.

Then, they discover the Monarch Wings now stretch and warp when used, twisting around the nearest pipes after landing before the Knight forcibly calls them back. Shade Wings, they decide to call these.

Once they're high enough to hear the rain above, they realize a noise they'd ascribed to water running in the distance is, in fact, something swirling behind their mask. Many somethings. All the fragments of Siblings with enough self left, staring out from their eyes. It's disconcerting.

By the time they actually get out of the Waterways, they're using their Shade Wings to grip ledges and drag themselves up, with those holding onto things better than their own arms are with the Mantis Claw. 

The Knight faceplants awkwardly onto the floor of the building Lemm's shop is in. If the City is the same as below, there's little left to try killing them in the area.

They'll just take a moment here, thanks.

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Right there on the counter, the Knight sits down.

They have no real need to refuse. Nor, to their own surprise, a pressing desire to try avoiding it, though Lemm couldn't stop them from walking out and going back to only relic-selling, if that.

It is broad. Extremely. Not an entirely new question. New in Hallownest--new since they've learned enough to potentially answer with more than gesture to their blade and the next path they're heading on. 'Little wanderer' was an apt title.

There's...so much. They--they actually want it known. Whatever 'it' is. To tell about the Knight, the Ghost of Hallownest, kingdom they barely knew that haunted them with their never dying, never knowing, chased by a scream they barely hesitated in following before even thinking to question why. The Vessel that almost made it. The Shade Lord, made of the Void united, and the many hatchlings that were left to die within it that couldn't fully let go even when the darkness called.

They make several aborted movements. To almost take out the map. Stopping. Consulting with Siblings, who have little to offer but Greenhorn's flicker of enthusiasm. Taking the map out, setting it down. Not actually pulling it open. Looking at the quill Lemm nearly picked up.

Looking at it for a very long time.

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Lemm is struggling with the long silence. He looks away for a while, takes his hand away from the Geo to scratch anxiously at his beard and then pushes up from his seat and thinks, I'll just go. I'll make them leave, then I'll go for a walk. No I won't. Coward. Sit back down.

"It's..." he tries, painfully aware of himself and that he is now standing up as if he has something important to say, which he does not. "I don't need all the answers. Just enough to know who I'm making deals with. That's all I want." No it's not, really.

He does not sit back down now that he's already standing, but he does pick up the Arcane Egg (carefully) and wander over to the window with it.

No, it's not all you want. Shouldn't have said anything. You've curbed them before they even started, if they'll start at all. Take it back.

"Hm. Forget that. What I mean is I'll take whatever you're willing to tell. If you're not willing, I won't be paying you extra, but I won't be pressing either..." Shut up! Stop it.

Lemm takes a deep, uneasy breath and stares out of the window and makes a herculean effort to stop running his mouth.

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Blustering about payment, hesitation...they can only guess if discomfort or fear fuels the latter. They do know he'll want to ask again later.

They've committed.

They're willing.

The Knight picks up the quill. Some things...can't be told through gestures and pointed stares. Not without bringing him directly to certain sources--no, not even then. The Abyss or the White Palace and its Path of Pain or the Black Egg all together wouldn't explain enough. That wouldn't explain them.

They have plenty of spare paper. Some bought from Iselda directly, some picked up from Cornifer's discarded attempts.

The Void experiments the Pale King--no. They don't want to start with him and his crimes.

They...don't know where to start.

...Perhaps that's where they should.

I've only recently discovered most of what I am, and how it is involved with this place. I do have information but don't know everything. I do not know where to start. If you have anything more specific you would like to begin with, I would appreciate that.

They slap their paw against the paper for attention and rotate it in Lemm's direction.

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Lemm feels like his hands are unsteady. He can't bring himself to put down the Arcane Egg, though; his fingers keep tracking over the details of it, familiarising himself with the thing though he can't translate much without sitting down and really focusing.

The noise shakes him out of his miserable overthinking and Lemm snaps around, half-expecting the huge shadow to be back and ready to give him a good telling-off for being so nosy. Instead it's... paper. Writing. He draws halfway closer and peers at it anxiously.

"...You..."

He's a quick reader. He looks up from the paper at the one who wrote it and shakes his head in disbelief. There is a moment where he looks like he might actually laugh, his expression stuck between shock and some complicated form of amusement.

"You secretive - urgh." He puts a hand to his forehead, trying to steady his last remaining nerve, and sets down the Arcane Egg on the counter before he gets giddy enough to drop it. "I didn't expect words from you after all this time! And you'd reveal this now? Pah! You really do get your kicks from shocking me!"

Lemm is speaking a little too fast. It's either excitement or anxiety. Hard to differentiate, currently.

"Fine! Yes. Fine. I'll take your name first, then. That's where we should start, isn't it? And then I'd like to know what in the name of reliquary pursuits is going on with... Ah. Actually."

Lemm waves away his other questions and, suddenly, remembers himself. His tone turns a little less frantic, and a little more serious.

"Actually I want to know this first. See I'd not be surprised or offended to hear I've made deals with bugs who wished I'd drop dead. But I suspect it'd be quite trivial for you to make it happen, so before we do any more business, I'd like to know my chances." What a way to put it.

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They rarely offer more than is expected of them. They do what they do on their own terms, whether or not they choose to go along with others' for a time. Lemm is the first to ask something enough they want to try.

Which is why his first serious query bites. It seems they genuinely have frightened or unbalanced him.

They try to respond quickly, though they're slowed in trying to remember the bases to cover. The last written contracts they'd been involved in were enough lifetimes ago the memory's fuzzy.

I have no quarrel with you. If you get in the way of the my larger form in a battle^orinpanic,it is possible you could be in danger. This is not likely. A Sib Shad Sibling on their own may lash out if afraid or attacked first, but walking away from them would be enough to settle them. They have no problems with you either. You aren't likely to encounter one like that at all either. Greenhorn is an exception and fond of listening to you.

I do not wish you harm or death.

Any brusqueness will not offend me into changing this. Any direct attack from you to me would be displeasing, but still wouldn't. You would not be the first to attempt killing me who I have since worked with. I will leave if either of us desires it.

I prefer the Knight. You can continue calling me whatever you wish.

For the record, Lemm
I greatly apologize for alarming you before. I didn't think of how terrifying w that might appear.

They slide the paper back to him, head perhaps a little hunched into their Wings.

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He'll be looming near enough the page to watch them write, following along from his upside-down perspective fairly well apart from when they go back and and make edits. It all gets a proper look over when they're done, anyway.

He shrinks back out of their airspace once he's done reading, hands perched on the edge of the counter as he thinks a few things over.

"Seems I've a lot to consider. Apology accepted, Knight," he begins, and doesn't offer one in return. "You've a lot of the littler ones with you, then. Thought I was being peeped at." ...He briefly mulls over the nickname that seems to have stuck. Something about this makes him feel all rot-warm on the inside, like decaying plants. Absolutely wrong. "Too bad. I run a shop, not a creche. Mind they're polite."

Relic Seeker Lemm slides the paper a bit closer towards himself and studies it some more, with the same slow patience as when he's interpreting languages that died with their speakers. He is trying to navigate the conversation properly now that it isn't so one-sided, and apparently he's finding it difficult, because he's already read the text three times and still he's hard-pushed to uphold his end.

"For the record, as you put it, I don't particularly want you dead either, not that I reckon I could manage it," is what he settles on. "You've been a reliable seller, and now I find you have ties to this place you're a veritable relic, yourself. You'll have no more trouble from me in any case." His voice keeps going of its own accord, though he wishes it wouldn't as soon as the words are out, even though they ought to be totally innocuous. "Hard to find research partners, you see."

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They were hardly expecting an apology, thankfully.

Yes, there are many siblings. They pat their paw against their mask a few times, trying to indicate as such. They can't give an actual number to express. They don't want to try.

They patiently sit as Lemm reads and rereads a few times. In the edge of their attention, Greenhorn's popped up. They don't know what a 'creche' is, but swears to the Knight they'll be polite. That means he doesn't mind them being around some more! Right? Right. But not right now. Not yet. It seems they'll have future chances.

In answer, they lightly bow and flourish the quill. (A little ink drips onto their now-settled Wings. They notice and don't care.) They're not ungrateful to know he shouldn't be holding too terrible a grudge.

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As he's not ungrateful that they keep coming back, though you wouldn't think it by the way he talks.

Lemm bows his head just slightly. It's the most polite he'll ever be. He slides the paper back into the middle and taps it with two fingers with an air of finality.

"Where to start, then..." he muses, glad to steer things back to the topic of scholarly interest. "What you are, I think. Void-selves, working interpretation of a collective noun, Pre-Hallownest arcane dialect... You're certainly not a bug. I've an important bridge to build with that."

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Something settles. A gnawing they hadn't given attention. Good.

They call Lemm's focus to their previous writing of 'I've only recently discovered most of what I am' with a sharp tap. Then they get to a little answering.

Not a bug. I was one a single being. I've been joined to countless others recently though the Void. I am made from the Void at the bottom of the world from hatching but not only that.
What do you know about
-Void (substance)
-the Pale King
-the Infection/Radiance/Moth Tribe

Asking this for easier explanation.

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Yes, yes, he's paying attention, he doesn't skip words, he's a Relic Seeker! Lemm gives a yep got it keep going sort of grunt and, once again, peers over to read as they write.

Ah. Yes. Ask the reclusive intellectual who loves the sound of his own voice to talk about what he knows, why don't you. He whisks another quill out of a drawer and uses the nib to do all the pointing, for better accuracy and to avoid smudging their ink.

First, at Void. "Very little. I didn't have a name for it until now - some things don't translate easily, but I like that term. The old places paid their respects to it, though. Nearly everything I know you've delivered to me in cryptic little spheres." A gesture at the partly-opened Arcane Egg. "You're something of it, yourself. Light falls into you like junk into the Waterways, don't think I haven't noticed."

The Pale King, then. He errs over this one for a long second. "We have to look at history through a difficult lens. I didn't live in Hallownest back then, so I can't have a proper grasp of the climate." He pauses to think again. How best to explain? Well, it's Lemm, so bluntly. "He's not around to have my head, so as a modern bug I can say I find his decisions questionable! He's behind the burying of much of the history here, and mark my words, no one buries the prettier bits. Maybe it'll be my luck to find out what the old monarch was hiding if I keep digging." He shakes his head quickly. "I wouldn't put that in an essay, though. Sounds bigheaded."

He squints at the page for a while. Infection, yes. The rest...

"There's... accounts," Lemm tells them, stiltedly. This he's not sure on. "Not many. Far as I know, Moth history leans towards word-of-mouth, which doesn't do a Relic Seeker any favours. I've... heard... that they worked with dreams. The plague addled the mind, and some likened that to dreaming." He twiddles the quill for a bit. His voice is a fraction hushed. "I thought I felt it once or twice. But we don't entertain subjectivity in this business. Spooked myself, more likely."

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'Junk into the waterways,' very poetic, Lemm. They definitely give him a shortly disgruntled stare for that one.

His mention of feeling something garners a much longer look, and a quick shake of the head. They can't know. They wouldn't be surprised.

They wave their paw from the Moth Tribe section up, partly going backwards in bullet points.

-Moth Tribe: tribe that worshipped the Radiance
-Radiance: Light, Higher Being ruler of Dream Realm
-Pale King: overtook her territory and supplanted her. Convinced the Tribe to forget her somehow(?) Radiance lost power, he took them and much of the surrounding area as Hallownest
-Infection: Evidence of Radiance was rediscovered? I do not know how. Enraged at being forgotten, created the Infection, spread through dreams into physicality
-Void: I do not know what the Void once was. The Pale King had theories and did experiments. Many were definitely incorrect. Took and used to create automaton guards and other machines.

The Pale King believed only Void could contain and erase/kill the Radiance. Not enough alone? Do not know earlier methods, do not care.

They underline that part to keep Lemm from possibly cutting in to theorize.

Needed a vessel 'hollow' and 'pure' enough not to dream but powerful enough not to be destroyed.

Created Godly offspring with the White Lady. Placed the eggs in the void in the Abyss to 'hollow' them.

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He would have theorised, too. Good aim.

As it stands he takes the hint and just does a lot of hovering as they write, and for a while after. Most of this information was lost to this age, and the context he lacks is... vast, but also more and more ominously pressing in the more they tell him. He's a little crowded by the things he doesn't know. It's an intense feeling. Some might find it overwhelming.

It is exactly why Relic Seeker Lemm was drawn to Hallownest. He considers the bulk of it and runs a hand through his beard. The other rests itself thoughtfully on the till, thumb brushing the buttons while he works through the information.

His finger strays towards Radiance, light, higher being and tracks slowly down to Infection. Void and empty and hollow and whatever else are all the kinds of things different historical dialects might interpret the same, and a casual reader might read the same at first glance, but he is not a casual reader. Lemm's finger strays to the word 'vessel' next as he works with that one for a bit. Still could be more of the same. Then he stops, falters, and his finger goes to follow offspring and eggs instead. He thinks a bit longer.

"Not sure what to do with this bit," he remarks offhandedly, an icewater feeling seeping into him for no reason at all. "No record mentions the King starting a family."

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They nearly snap the quill's tip off then and there.

After a moment, the Knight delicately places Lemm's aside and take out their own for the rest.

No. He needed an empty prison, not a living heir.

An uncountable number of attempts at his Pure Vessel hatched and died in the Abyss.

Some did not have strength enough to break the shell. Many were crushed by the bodies of failed ones previous. He called the final clutch up a terr an extremely steep climb to find one with "no mind to think/will to break/voice to cry suffering"

A moment's pause. They hate how those words are seared into their memory anew. The air is heavier, suddenly, though they reel in their rage and Siblings' growing distress at the recall.

Those that tried and failed to qualify fell to death or severe injury before making it to his Light at the top. The only first who reached the exit was named The Hollow Knight and taken.

The rest of us were the regrets locked away behind them.

They stop.

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Some selfish, rotten little part of Relic Seeker Lemm wishes he'd been drawn to a different vocation. There is a rising horror in him, and it builds the more he tries to interpret this any other way. There must be a different way to read it, some grammatical issue, misunderstood synonym. This can't really mean...

Lemm takes up the paper and returns to the window to re-read it a few times. His eyes flick down to the statue in the square. His hands are shaking a little. Easy, now, he thinks, though it doesn't help at all. A historian is supposed to be cold to history, remain objective, keep everything below his scorn. But a living piece of it is resting on his counter. Lemm reads the Knight's words again. And again.

"In the Black Vault far above," he murmurs. "Through its sacrifice-"

The hand holding the paper drops to his side; the other puts itself to his forehead.

Distantly: "Little wanderer... Who else knows?"

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That's a good question. Genuinely. It draws them out of the cold churning that's started inside them.

(They've known all this for...a while, now. There was plenty of time to think it over between practices in Godhome. Why is it suddenly getting to them now?)

They pull the paper back. A little sharper than needed. It doesn't quite tear, but the noise is another indicator they need to calm.

Calm. They need to recount the facts.

-Lurien the Watcher, Herrah the Beast, Monomon the Teacher were involved after. I do not know what they were made aware of. They were intended to dream forever as a way to Seal the Hollow Knight from outside interference.
-Hornet, daughter of Pale King and Herrah the Beast. Queen Herrah of Deepnest. Her birth was a bargain for Herrah to become a Dreamer. She appears to have been tasked to kill any Vessel that could try supplanting the Hollow Knight. (This may have been self-imposed?)
-The White Lady. She bound/locked herself away after. I do not know how much She was waiting for another a truly "Pure Vessel" to take their place since the Infection's reemergence.
-A single Retainer is in the Abyssal Lighthouse. They are long dead. I do not know whether that occurred before or after.
-The Great Knights did not seem to be aware there were multiple Vessels.
-I did not remember any of this until well after returning.

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Lemm stares out of the window a little longer. He needs the... the time, or the space, to give himself a pep talk. This is your job, Relic Seeker. This is the kind of information you've been hunting for, isn't it?

He returns to the counter after a few moments and slides back into his seat. He doesn't feel well; his legs are feeling a little weak to keep standing around. Lemm's elbows come to rest on the counter and his hands cup his face, tunnel-visioning the paper as he watches them write.

The White Lady, he notes. Bound. That's very specific. The mother may still live. Information for later. All of it is information for later. The Great Knights didn't know. Even they didn't know.

Lemm takes a noticeably shaky breath and keeps his hands where they are so he doesn't have to see the Knight's face just yet. He'll talk to the ink instead.

"I want you to know I feel the weight of this, Knight." It's so hard to say the right thing, and harder still to keep his voice steady. Lemm will not go to pieces here, now, over his job. But. "As I suspect you do. You can... finish, for now."

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They look to him, pulled from their recounting. Finish--?

...Lemm is bothered.

No, Lemm is rattled. The correct response, in truth, but one that still catches them off guard. The evidence was so that none who knew did care. No cost too great. But so few knew. The few who may have were never able to tell the truth of the Hollow Knight alone. The rest...the rest. How did they get out? How did any of them? They have no memory, no evidence.

They're torn. They want to continue, and do not know how to, and do not want to push with Lemm looking away from them like that and Siblings seething their grief and fury.

Thank you. I d
If you
I can try more questions in a little while that are not about this if desired. I should first take a walk.

The pushing of paper into his vision is far gentler this time.

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Still tunnel-visioning the paper, Lemm just nods slightly, only even noticeable because his horns dip. Hard to do much else without giving himself away. He's still riding the unpleasant lurch of realising exactly what was done, though he's fighting hard to keep all of that to himself. Wouldn't do to make this about him.

His hands drop and he jerks his head up just in time to see the back of them vanishing out of the door. Something tightens worse in his stomach.

"I'll hear you!" he answers just in time. "Go, but don't disappear on me. I'll hear everything yet."

Lemm rests his head miserably on one hand, toying with the edges of the notes they've written as he rereads them ad nauseam. He's involved, whether he likes it or not. History is so much more frightening this way.

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They do take the map (still shut on the counter) with this time. They're not planning on going for long, but it's best they have no chance of getting lost right now.

They go. Up. Out of the City, which isn't as soothing with its endless rain as it normally is. To the edge of the Lake. (It lacks tragic association, but it's still something fascinating to see.)

If they were alone, they would be able to pack all these emotions away in a little box 'for later' and then possibly look at them later, or, more likely, try to forget them. They are not alone. They will never be alone again, with a thousand eyes and tragedies watching the world through them.

So they don't. They can't.

The Knight uses the Crystal Heart to make it halfway across before they scream.

The Abyss Shriek is much more powerful now, in volume and scope. The cavern rains with little stalactites falling into the water. Below--not now, not yet, but in a little while, the City of Tears will briefly be struck with a downpour even stronger then before, if only for a few minutes.

They hate knowing these things, in the end. They know they must. They can't regret it. They need...they need to make sure someone knows. They have to...they must...this needs to be told. They are not only regrets. They were alive. Their will is enough to keep them something like it, still.

But not yet. It's...Lemm. Lemm deserves a break. Their Siblings do as well.

It's a while before they're back at the shop, externally as composed as ever.

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Relic Seeker Lemm has always been full of questions, but he's always been steadfast in the belief that directing those questions inward is a quick path to decay. He's been wrestling lately with a particularly difficult one, though, because he's come to realise he's got to examine himself before a certain... family does it for him.

So. Coward that he is, he has to ask the question: Does he make his exit however he can, and disentangle himself from the Knight and their siblings? He has to ask. Relic Seeker Lemm is not the family-and-friends type. He'll mess it up. He will mess it up. He's as convinced of this as he is that silk parchment and water should never be introduced to each other.

The answer comes... easily. It's a relief that it does.

The shop is a little different when the Knight enters next. It's been tidied, for one, though it seems unlikely to stay that way. A lot of the less relevant relics (and... curiously, any with sharp edges) have been sorted through and moved who-knows-where to make space, and that space is already beginning to clutter anew as more specific things are brought out for reference.

Lemm stands in front of the window, staring out with his arms folded.

"Don't step on anything," he sternly warns without turning around. "And don't get comfortable. I've an errand that needs running."

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That's...curious. Which is in itself an excellent deflection away from the earlier raw topic.

Anything remotely in their way is hopped over easily, so they aren't stepping on anything. Technically.

The Knight halts at Lemm's side, staring out to match. They're not expecting to see anything. (Nothing but the statue of the Hollow Knight and Dreamers, of course, if they look down. They choose not to.)

An errand... A job for them. Interesting, no matter what it might be. No doubt it'll be less frustrating and fatal than the Grey Mourner's last wish.

you don't know that. maybe these supplies detonate like plastic explosives if you get hit

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If they did, or if they passed through it, they'd see the square empty of the Soul Sanctum's broken glass and other things. Nasty business, sweeping rubbish into the Waterways, but it didn't take long. Nothing a void full of children should bother themselves with.

Relic Seeker Lemm seems acerbic as ever. The break apparently let him pull himself together as well.

"I'm down to my last quill, and I'm running out of things to write on. If I'm to tackle this properly I'll need more of both. I won't be finding anything usable down here." He glances down at the Knight, not that he expects to be able to read their mask any better than usual. "Last I was there, that dingy little town up above had little to speak of but a map shop. Lucky for me cartography uses the same tools."

It would take him no time at all to make the trip himself. It does not look like Lemm's packing a bag, though. He seems a little tense.

exploding tools would at least be easier to remember they're holding

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They noticed, but only vaguely. If they stopped to give it thought, they would've suspected that strange repair-bug before Lemm.

The Knight dips their head to acknowledge his words. Yes, there's paper and quills there. They pull out their map and hold it against the window, tapping the vendor pin for Iselda's shop. (Sly might have something. They don't feel like trying to find out if he has more unless they must. His attitude to them may have been frustrating before. His role in whatever Mato and the other brothers' problems are...now bothers them more.)

They're being sent on a supply run, then?

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A nod. And he's seen the other pins the last time he looked. It likely means there are more bugs in Dirtmouth these days. Lemm looks away and begins arranging his notes back and forth.

"That's the place. Although as long as I can keep writing I don't care where or how you get it. I'll give you back the Geo." And, just because: "I'd like one of those maps, too. I know the City well enough, but there are... expeditions I've been considering lately a bit further afield."

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Nod, again. A perfectly doable task.

The Knight clinks their Nail against the window to get Lemm to look back over and pats vaguely around Hallownest's areas whenever he might. It'd helpful to know which maps to get in particular, where they might end up finding him suddenly--which he likely should be warned away from going--which places might he want? Or did he mean all of it?