Emet-Selch is most certainly not the type of person to be picking up and throwing junk at his enemies. Funnily, despite his relatively youthful appearance, he stoops and grumbles like someone much older as he picks up items to toss unenthusiastically.

"This is ridiculous," he mutters. "Utterly absurd. The next time I throw in my lot with a mysterious sorcerer I shall hide all my worldly possessions."

Not that he has anything besides what is in his pockets.