His expression is mildly confused as the scenery changes so suddenly. It takes a moment for his mind to catch up to where they are.
"As am I." As Hythlodaeus had gone to retrieve some water, Emet-Selch slumps into the nearest comfortable-looking chair. It would be difficult to come up with a decent concept with his mind so clouded.
He slips a notepad out of his pocket and flips it open so that he may jot down some ideas. The ideas may look like nonsense to an onlooker - a blob of black scribbles - but they make sense to him at present. Perhaps that's all that matters.
"My thanks." Emet-Selch takes the water from his friend and attempts to drink. However, he tips it a little too far back and a little water runs down the side of his face and onto his little notepad. He makes a flustered noise and sets the drink aside. It seems that he doesn't completely have his wits about him.
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"As am I." As Hythlodaeus had gone to retrieve some water, Emet-Selch slumps into the nearest comfortable-looking chair. It would be difficult to come up with a decent concept with his mind so clouded.
He slips a notepad out of his pocket and flips it open so that he may jot down some ideas. The ideas may look like nonsense to an onlooker - a blob of black scribbles - but they make sense to him at present. Perhaps that's all that matters.
"My thanks." Emet-Selch takes the water from his friend and attempts to drink. However, he tips it a little too far back and a little water runs down the side of his face and onto his little notepad. He makes a flustered noise and sets the drink aside. It seems that he doesn't completely have his wits about him.