On this pitiful, self-inflicted matter, I shan't be bargained with.

What in the blazes.

I see no worthwhile correlation betwixt the two. Besides . . . ( With a fanciful snap of his fingers, Emet-Selch's form peters out into that of a nebulous after-image. ) One of those is easier to resolve than the other.

When have I "jumped" for aught? ( This is an attempt at provocation again; he's wise only to play into it with removed caution. ) Have you no responsibilities? Nowhere to embark upon? No great waterfalls to dive from this time?

/ "Garlemald is problematic, etc." Me, roleplaying Emet-Selch, Gaius van Baelsar, Nero tol Scaeva and to a lesser extent, Amon: Haha yeah

Wife privilege. 😇

Good grief.

Such terribly plain minds, echoing amidst themselves.

Yours has been remarkably quiet today. Nay, conspiciously so.