[ Emet-Selch quietly observes. The explanation and presentation of this wine are peerless, but there is also something else here that he values more. Something that he looks on with a contained delight as the table is woven from the shadows.

It remains unremarked upon until he takes the glass of wine that is offered to him. When he finally takes it, there is a small smile on his face that is certainly not because of the wine. The wine, the table, the glass - they are all to be appreciated in equal measure.

He can't help but speak with open fondness. ]

Creation magic is a gift that my people once used to better our star. I did not think I would find someone with a similar gift in this place.