The Vendor and Emet-Selch share a look between them. Obviously the vendor is none too pleased to be called an affront to nature... at first, after a moment they shrug as if to accept the notion. Obviously they're not beyond agreeing. This part of town isn't Pride after all.

After of which, Emet-Selch makes the mistake of meeting Hythlodaeus' gaze. Those eyes that sparkle with sadness that twists his heart heart and soul with a mere glance. He looks away and folds his arms. "Then conjure something to trade for it. I am not stopping you."