Caractacus scowled. He supposed, in a twisted way, he shared some qualities with the illithid, nauseous as admitting it made him feel. He and it were both quickly judged, and to his own chagrin, quick to judge as well. Despite the similarities, Caractacus still did not feel any positive emotion toward the illithid. [color=dimgray]"No, I suppose d-diplomacy would be challenging."[/color] Caractacus was unsure whether to speak toward the slith or the illithid, so he kept his gaze between the two.

Suddenly, his stomach spoke out in protest again. Caractacus flushed. [color=dimgray]"I ap-pologise. I didn't ha-have a chance to eat this m-morning."[/color] Caractacus looked at Morro's half finished plate. [color=dimgray]"Are you...going to f-finish that?"[/color]