[ He has no proof. It could very well be that the poison he drank had been genuine and he had been saved on the cusp of death. Emet-Selch waves off the other two's assistance and struggles to his feet on his own. There is a bit of staggering at first but, ultimately, he manages to straighten.
But he doesn't make to leave. Instead he approaches the old man, expression grim. ]
Was that really poison I drank?
[ They give him a lengthy stare. Then shake their head. ]
no subject
But he doesn't make to leave. Instead he approaches the old man, expression grim. ]
Was that really poison I drank?
[ They give him a lengthy stare. Then shake their head. ]
No. Merely a potion that mimics death.