Emet-Selch had no interest in the party itself. However, when one finds oneself in new environs, the smart thing to do is to understand how things work. It doesn't hurt to do a little networking as well.

So you may be approached by a man who looks to be in his early thirties, smiling (or rather, smirking?) as he greets you. "Here for the festivities? 'Tis not much of one with such sparse sustenance."

With that said, he isn't...a natural party person. He doesn't like the prolonged noise, the inane chatter, the drunken tomfoolery... Some things don't change no matter how many years pass and that part of him assuredly hasn't. Emet-Selch eventually tires of pasting on a smile for people and tries to find a seat in the corner, away from the heart of the merriment. He has no book to read, alas, but he IS nursing a glass of water and staring morosely into its depths.

When it becomes all too much, he attempts to slip outside. Easier said than done of course - there seems to be a brawl developing and some local animals have slipped inside. They get underfoot as he works to extricate himself from the crowd, resulting in him accidentally stepping on a cat's tail. There's an ear-splitting YOWL before Emet-Selch finds himself assaulted by a ball of grey fur and claws.

"Get off me--!" he yells.

If you have another idea please feel free to send me a DM and we can work something out!