As some of the others might've found solace within the cozy cabin walls of the wagon, Lamont opted to just lounging out atop the vehicle's roof. Felt good to take in the sun's rays, and he needed to keep an optional eye on Sheeva. The druid let out a sigh of comfort, taking much enjoyment from laying on his back. From his position, he could still make out the conversations going on below him, and the comment about the half-elf's condition got his attention. Lammy swung his head over the edge, hanging upside down to peer into the wagon windows. 

"No...I'm sure he said [i]face[/i], Half-elf. And I could understand why, too. That lisp of yours is noticeably peculiar." Lammy was noticeably oblivious to the rogue's distress at the subject. "Unless you're doing it on purpose for some reason..." He doubted that particular idea, the guy didn't seem to be the type to try and purposely annoy others. Lammy made sure to hold his tongue just then, as he almost admitted the grating annoyance of the impediment. [i]"I can't just say that to his face..."[/i] But honestly, the lisp was beginning to wear on the druid's nerves.