Emet-Selch looks on as the scene fades into something new and unusual. It doesn't take much deduction to figure out what is going on: A celebration in a small village. (The name could certainly have been more indicative.) Dancing, singing, making merry - all pleasant sights in their own right.

As his former ally is approached by the strange woman, he makes sure to observe both of their expressions. Acquaintances? Friends, perhaps? Regardless, he shrugs and gestures his hand toward the woman as if to say 'well, go on now'. Answer her and partake in dancing. He pays either no mind.