There was no chance he was letting that thing into his mind again. Not with all his secrets and plans. It was with a mixture of shame, and worry that he watched the slith walk forward and volunteer herself. "I volunteer." The illithid immediately made use of her.

Caractacus winced as once again the illithid spoke through another, but he didn't raise any protests this time. If the slith wanted to let that thing inside her, it was her choice, no matter how unsafe it seemed to Caractacus. He merely sat down and resented the illithid for scaring the bartender off. There was little chance of him ordering any food now. Caractacus instead decided to make use of the illithid's offer, and ask it a question. [color=dimgray]"What m-matter is it of your kind that the d-dead have risen?[/color] Caractacus hoped it would provide at least some reasoning for the creature's presence.