A single figure stands at the lakes edge. One could not consider him 'unassuming' given his regal attire, but he stands peacefully gazing at the water and all the bustle that surrounds it.

Most don't seem daring enough to engage him in conversation, save this stranger. When spoken to, his leer sets upon the unknown person and then down to the rocks at his feet. "Am I using... the rocks? That That lie upon the ground beside me?" Emet-Selch repeats with a tone that says 'are you joking'.

He lifts a hand by way of shrugging and practically sighs his response. "As it so happens, I am not. By all means." Strange, But polite at the same time.