Emet-Selch continues to work away at his notebook. The ideas are not entirely clear - and he's unsure if they would qualify as 'inspired' - but they are a starting point nonetheless. The creature is intended to consume poisoned aether and clear the area of its influence but that is as far as he's gotten with the concept.

He can feel his friend's eyes on him as he continues on. After several moments of writing, he looks over. Hythlodaeus is scrunched into some odd shape as he sits like some unruly cat who defies the laws of nature. "How you manage to sit like that I'll never know."

He hands the notepad over so that his friend may take a look. "Here. See if it meets your lofty standards." Out of pure habit, the words are written in a script that is native to the shards rather than the language used by Ancients.