Emet-Selch brings his knees to his chest and rests his arms on them as he listens to his friend go on. It's so jarring to hear how Hythlodaeus was 'in Amaurot' as if such a place existed somewhere nearby, still the pristine paradise he dreamed of so often. It makes it seem so tangibly close.
He steals a look in Hythlodaeus' direction, silently flipping through any spell he knew that could make this conversation possible. Surely, if one presented itself in the past he would have utilized it. "Praytell, what were you doing in Amaurot prior to your arrival?" Perhaps that could give him an idea of where the breadth of his knowledge lies.
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Emet-Selch brings his knees to his chest and rests his arms on them as he listens to his friend go on. It's so jarring to hear how Hythlodaeus was 'in Amaurot' as if such a place existed somewhere nearby, still the pristine paradise he dreamed of so often. It makes it seem so tangibly close.
He steals a look in Hythlodaeus' direction, silently flipping through any spell he knew that could make this conversation possible. Surely, if one presented itself in the past he would have utilized it. "Praytell, what were you doing in Amaurot prior to your arrival?" Perhaps that could give him an idea of where the breadth of his knowledge lies.