"No. But I still have this." He holds out the bottle which that woman had tried to persuade him into slipping the man. Said man looks well into the later stage of poisoning. "I think it may be too late for it to take effect however. It looks as though he may soon pass. Are you able to use curative magic?"

Emet-Selch doesn't know why he cares. The man's life means little and less to him...yet standing by and watching them suffer seems cruel.