[ Emet-Selch heaves a sigh upon setting foot upon the arid terrain. He doesn't like extreme heat and he doesn't like extreme cold (although the latter he has unfortunately grown used to out of necessity). Since he doesn't recognise the brutish figure up ahead, he surmises that this is not his trial but someone else's. He's proven correct when a fireball sears past some broken ruin, briefly revealing Med'an.
Should he interrupt? He'd rather just walk by and leave them to it. But that may be tricky since the pair are in his way. Plus, the troll seems to have noticed him. Oops.
Emet-Selch throws up a shield to absorb the impact of a fireball thrown his way. Ugh. What a pain... ]
I merely wish to pass by. Surely you can allow that much.
Trial C
Should he interrupt? He'd rather just walk by and leave them to it. But that may be tricky since the pair are in his way. Plus, the troll seems to have noticed him. Oops.
Emet-Selch throws up a shield to absorb the impact of a fireball thrown his way. Ugh. What a pain... ]
I merely wish to pass by. Surely you can allow that much.