[ He's knee deep in wreckage when he feels the little tug, straightening in an instant like that thread is laced through his spine and upon tugging it forces him up right. If he stretches he can distantly feel Viktor on the periphery of his awareness, warm and bright in direct contrast to the cellar he's digging through.
The Inn likely would not thank him for it, but he'd built an additional room off of his own quarters and masked it from sight with barely a thought. That which he does not deposit into the Crystarium's kitchens or larders goes in that room, just in case. At least they'll be set for months; no more plodding down to the kitchens to get snacks.
The ale he had been searching for successfully found at the very bottom of a ruined crate, Emet-Selch does return to the Crystarium first. Covered in dust and grime and with soggy boots from one of the cellars being flooded, he makes a cursory effort at cleaning up and changing, and then once he's collected his bounty into a bag, steps through a portal to where Viktor and his oversized bird stand with the backdrop of the start to an ocean of flowers behind them.
It is, he admits, a very lovely view. ]
Two of the cellars are destroyed, but I salvaged what I could. Did you remember the blanke- ah, good. I suffered wet socks for a good portion of that. I am not eager to repeat with a similar experience.
[ Nudging the corner of the blanket square with the tip of his boot, Emet-Selch glances over at Viktor. ]
Can your beast be trusted if I set this bag aside and we attempt to focus on growing your seeds?
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The Inn likely would not thank him for it, but he'd built an additional room off of his own quarters and masked it from sight with barely a thought. That which he does not deposit into the Crystarium's kitchens or larders goes in that room, just in case. At least they'll be set for months; no more plodding down to the kitchens to get snacks.
The ale he had been searching for successfully found at the very bottom of a ruined crate, Emet-Selch does return to the Crystarium first. Covered in dust and grime and with soggy boots from one of the cellars being flooded, he makes a cursory effort at cleaning up and changing, and then once he's collected his bounty into a bag, steps through a portal to where Viktor and his oversized bird stand with the backdrop of the start to an ocean of flowers behind them.
It is, he admits, a very lovely view. ]
Two of the cellars are destroyed, but I salvaged what I could. Did you remember the blanke- ah, good. I suffered wet socks for a good portion of that. I am not eager to repeat with a similar experience.
[ Nudging the corner of the blanket square with the tip of his boot, Emet-Selch glances over at Viktor. ]
Can your beast be trusted if I set this bag aside and we attempt to focus on growing your seeds?