The Ascian lets out an amused little huff. "Exhausting, indeed! The wrinkles upon my brow have been well-earned by dealing with incorrigible lot after incorrigible lot." If only he knew the half of how exhausting people could really be!

But enough about would-be heroes.

Emet-Selch looks out upon the world around them, then up to the sky overhead. This world bore an unfamiliarity that never existed in the shards of his home. "This star is ...unfamiliar to me; I have seen none like it before."