[ That does sound like a line, he thinks, shrugging into his new orange shirt of questionable taste, decidedly not looking at his own reflection until he's buttoned it up well past the scar tissue marring his torso.
A short moment later, Emet-Selch emerges, now fully dressed for the locale, sunglasses pushed up to rest atop his head. His old clothes lay draped over his arm instead. He'll need a bag to put these in, probably. ]
So 'twas a resort of some sort as well, then. Not too unlike where we find ourselves now, but with a fair bit more variety. And you helped to manage the place?
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A short moment later, Emet-Selch emerges, now fully dressed for the locale, sunglasses pushed up to rest atop his head. His old clothes lay draped over his arm instead. He'll need a bag to put these in, probably. ]
So 'twas a resort of some sort as well, then. Not too unlike where we find ourselves now, but with a fair bit more variety. And you helped to manage the place?