[It's a lot to say, a lot to get out. In truth, he had done such not that long before arriving here. He had in fact been taken just as his hope in mortals had started to become rekindled... At Hythlodaeus' mention, his gaze softens to a degree far deeper than they ever have in Tyler's presence. There is little but love behind his eyes, the left corner of his crooked smile rising—but it is not a happy smile, something mournful. But when the question comes about the position, that smile evaporates, but the weighty feel of his expression does not.]
Indeed, though Emet-Selch is not my name. It is my title.
[Which is true! The next word he spells out, much like the many before he had not the sign for, nor could he.]
Amaurot—our capital—had a governing body called the Convocation of Fourteen. When the seat of Emet-Selch became vacant, the former retiring from his long held office, Hythlodaeus was offered the position. Though one might note the smugness in which Hythlodaeus holds himself, incurable of such as he may be, it would be folly to not notice too his humbleness. Thus, he had turned the position down.
So then, the position fell to me, and I did not decline.
no subject
Indeed, though Emet-Selch is not my name. It is my title.
[Which is true! The next word he spells out, much like the many before he had not the sign for, nor could he.]
Amaurot—our capital—had a governing body called the Convocation of Fourteen. When the seat of Emet-Selch became vacant, the former retiring from his long held office, Hythlodaeus was offered the position. Though one might note the smugness in which Hythlodaeus holds himself, incurable of such as he may be, it would be folly to not notice too his humbleness. Thus, he had turned the position down.
So then, the position fell to me, and I did not decline.