Emet-Selch squints and confusion consumes his expression. How did they suddenly get out into the open air? Why was the sun suddenly overhead? It takes him a moment to observe his surroundings and even comprehend that they had covered any distance.

Regardless, he would not give in so easily. Unable to stand or no, Emet-Selch protests as he always would. "You have not won. Come, return us to our table so that we may resume where we have left off." Even if it is clearly an unwise idea to do so.

He makes to turn around to...some direction. (Where the bar is located is a nebulous concept in his current state.) All he succeeds at doing is pulling Hythlodaeus with him in his unsteady gait.