His head rolls tiredly in his friend's direction. "What, now?" There is so much more that needs to be fleshed out before he could create anything remotely functional. Not to mention being out of sorts.

He sighs and lifts a hand to begin conjuring...but pauses when he feels something small nudge his foot. All attention is immediately redirected down at a small opalescent creature that has decided Emet-Selch's leg is an obstacle that must be moved. It's a white tortoise with a jeweled shell - a creature unlike any he's seen before.

Emet-Selch lowers his hand and lets the magic dissipate in the air. "Have you done some conjuring of your own?"