Emet-Selch reaches for the help he is offered and makes his way to his feet. Once standing, he arches his back in an effort to stave off the persistent pain that is made worse by the lumpy ground. The years are never kind.
His nose crinkles at the sight of everything around them. "For want of any other choice." What would they do otherwise, stay idle in the middle of this park? "Perhaps you can regale me of what you remember prior to arriving in this place."
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Emet-Selch reaches for the help he is offered and makes his way to his feet. Once standing, he arches his back in an effort to stave off the persistent pain that is made worse by the lumpy ground. The years are never kind.
His nose crinkles at the sight of everything around them. "For want of any other choice." What would they do otherwise, stay idle in the middle of this park? "Perhaps you can regale me of what you remember prior to arriving in this place."