If it had been left to him, Emet-Selch wouldn't have bothered to volunteer to help bring a cup of water to the Red Spring. But, as ever, he'd been roped into it by better, more generous people. For now he seems to have parted from them - or rather, whoever he came with has run off and left him to stare tiredly at the white cliff face. After a few moments, he casts a bored look around those who are preparing to head inside and spots a young boy attempting to levitate a small mussel.

Out of idle curiosity, he sidles closer. He easily towers over them.

"Aren't you going to offer that to the cliff beast?"