It's been a tiring few days and he's beyond his tether in terms of effort. This, he assumes, is the final task before a period of rest. Rest would certainly be a welcome change of pace.

Perhaps in contrast to all the others who have approached with an air of formality, Emet-Selch offers something akin to conversational chatter. A break from the formality. He strides up along The Regent and offers a greeting. "Ah, Imagine meeting you here." It's a tired attempt at light humor.

He takes a sip of his drink. "You know, you've never provided me a proper name."