[The size of everything is indeed something borne of the will - the desire, perhaps - of he who has created this space. True, it has nothing to with ego, like Thancred might expect, but it is purposeful, in a sense. And given the size both of the man he is now talking to and the shades themselves the unusual size of the building is... more understandable, at least.
Still, Emet-Selch makes not even the slightest attempt to bend down. Not even to spare Thancred's neck, and though he has noticed the lack of Thancred's customary barbs he cannot - quite - tell if it's as a result of that which the Horizon inflicts or the fact that he has not yet reached a point at which Amaurot would hold any meaning. An oddity, yes, but one he is willing enough to tolerate.]
As well it should be. It was the jewel of the star, once. Though it is hardly a surprise that you should find it more so than most.
[His soul is sundered, and of the Source besides. Two things that would easily be enough to let the soul-deep memories of Amaurot leak through, in a moment where one might otherwise be unguarded.]
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Still, Emet-Selch makes not even the slightest attempt to bend down. Not even to spare Thancred's neck, and though he has noticed the lack of Thancred's customary barbs he cannot - quite - tell if it's as a result of that which the Horizon inflicts or the fact that he has not yet reached a point at which Amaurot would hold any meaning. An oddity, yes, but one he is willing enough to tolerate.]
As well it should be. It was the jewel of the star, once. Though it is hardly a surprise that you should find it more so than most.
[His soul is sundered, and of the Source besides. Two things that would easily be enough to let the soul-deep memories of Amaurot leak through, in a moment where one might otherwise be unguarded.]