[A dismayed exclamation can be heard from the kitchen as Emet-Selch is fixed with that look that so mirrors his own, all bluster and mock offense. For an old man, Elidibus, you certainly are a cheeky devil! But he will let this one slide, seeing as it has managed to set his first friend to giggling openly.]

[He grumbles audibly, making sure the both of them can make out what he says next, even if it's a blatant misrepresentation of how he truly feels.]

The entire lot of you are utterly and unendingly incorrigible! If only I could determine which of you is more so and whom among you is the most tolerable thorn in my side.

[Dourest friend, indeed!]

[It's as Hythlodaeus falls quiet again that Emet-Selch returns, placing a freshly steaming mug upon the table nearest him and seating himself at another edge of the table between the two. This time he has also returned with a pot of the remaining coffee. Any cream or milk will simply have to be requested.]

Indeed. Despite the general unpleasantness of our draconic transformations, what we have remains our own. Now is the time to determine what role it is we wish to play within the grand scheme of things and to discover what we can - so that we are all prepared for whatever lies ahead.