[Again, he was interrupted, and while Emet-Selch opened his mouth to shut this man down, it closed again at what he said. Those words: The Final Days. It wasn't something that was used so loosely and yet this person knew of it, perhaps even experienced it, given that this man had his own "tale".

Was he from a shard, perhaps? He clearly wasn't an Ancient.

Interesting.]

Oh, but see, I am more interested in your tale, and considering you have been interrupting, I feel as thought you are more interested in telling it. Go ahead, stranger. [He waved his hand, a lazy flick of his wrist.]

The floor is yours. Tell us about your Final Days.