By the sickly light of your soul, I'd wager it isn't much.
[Unfamiliar as he might be with the whole spell slots and the like, it doesn't matter too much when he can see Riz's soul and how it compares to other mortals. Which is to say, fairly the same save for those of the Source whom are more than half rejoined, thus nearing Emet-Selch's level of completeness and power.]
I can only assume then that this weird weekend's penchant for expanding and contracting itself is what landed you near me—though I am not entirely convinced that it explains why you were under my robes. What with that history of yours.
[Who knows, maybe Riz was going to try to attack him with a similar strategy as he did for that Cornblob! He doesn't know what's going on in that green little head of his, and quite frankly, he's not entirely chomping at the bit to find out.
As they're talking, Grani finally moves, getting closer to Riz, its jagged maw staying only partially open as it huffs a hot breath on him before following it with an inquisitive sniff. Then another. As it does this, it's nudging Riz with its scaled snout, but doesn't seem to have any intent in harming the tiny goblin.
Emet-Selch says nothing, just watches with plain amusement.]
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[Unfamiliar as he might be with the whole spell slots and the like, it doesn't matter too much when he can see Riz's soul and how it compares to other mortals. Which is to say, fairly the same save for those of the Source whom are more than half rejoined, thus nearing Emet-Selch's level of completeness and power.]
I can only assume then that this weird weekend's penchant for expanding and contracting itself is what landed you near me—though I am not entirely convinced that it explains why you were under my robes. What with that history of yours.
[Who knows, maybe Riz was going to try to attack him with a similar strategy as he did for that Cornblob! He doesn't know what's going on in that green little head of his, and quite frankly, he's not entirely chomping at the bit to find out.
As they're talking, Grani finally moves, getting closer to Riz, its jagged maw staying only partially open as it huffs a hot breath on him before following it with an inquisitive sniff. Then another. As it does this, it's nudging Riz with its scaled snout, but doesn't seem to have any intent in harming the tiny goblin.
Emet-Selch says nothing, just watches with plain amusement.]