Emet-Selch fixes his friend with a look. The expression is one of pity; he would have to take that unwavering trust that sprung eternal in Etheirys and taint it with enough mistrust necessary to survive in the sundered world. How he wished that were not the case.

"These people are not our brethren. They think not of the Star or of their fellows, they only consider what might be profitable." He grabs Hythlodaeus' arm to underline the seriousness of what he said. "No matter how amicable these people seem, you must not trust them."