[Well now. That was a sight. Thancred was looking quite different from how he remembered. The feathers and scales were certainly new, and for a moment he's not entirely sure it's the same person at all. But when he calls out to him- the voice was certainly recognizable.
Not that Emet-Selch was entirely unchanged as well, though his additions were much less drastic. Cat ears adorned his head, claws tipped his fingers, and a lashing tail was concealed thankfully beneath his coat.
He walks slowly in Thancred's direction, his manner calm, detached. Apart from his ears, which were twisted back slightly, wary. Of all the Scions, Thancred had always shown him the least courtesy, the most aggression. It was almost like he had some kind of grudge against Ascians.]
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Not that Emet-Selch was entirely unchanged as well, though his additions were much less drastic. Cat ears adorned his head, claws tipped his fingers, and a lashing tail was concealed thankfully beneath his coat.
He walks slowly in Thancred's direction, his manner calm, detached. Apart from his ears, which were twisted back slightly, wary. Of all the Scions, Thancred had always shown him the least courtesy, the most aggression. It was almost like he had some kind of grudge against Ascians.]
Knocking them unconscious tends to do the trick.