Emet-Selch, some distance away, has busied himself with the contents of a new book. He busily reads each page until ―

― he sits up with a start at the sudden echo of a voice in his mind. It has been months since someone had contact him through such means and in that time he has not become any more fond of it. The feeling of being startled is so sharp, Hythlodaeus may even feel it through their temporary link.

It soon calms and he responds with a grumble. "Fine. Who is it, exactly?"