Visiting Springstar is an ordeal. The constant sun overhead and the noise make it an exhausting affair - now more than usual with the current festivities underway. Ducking into a tavern with the intent of refreshments seems like a welcome reprieve until he realizes that the noise and merriment follow them indoors. What a bother.

Emet-Selch slips into one of the booths at the far side of the tavern. Even though there are two separate sides to the booth, he sits on the same side as Hythlodaeus (assuming he would insist regardless. Doing so immediately just saves time).

Two drinks are quickly placed on their table, and he eyes them as if their mere presence is potentially offensive. "These people certainly take their vainglorious festivities to heart." Unfortunately, he doesn't look in the mood for celebration. It seems if there is to be any 'revelry' today, it will take considerable effort.