Masrith let out an annoyed sigh. He began to speak through the Slith. "I will not argue any longer. Ad a few last words before we depart. A necromancer will never be looked upon as a good omen along these accursed lands as you could easily be mistaken as a servant of the lich. Lastly, I respect the privacy of your mind, however if we are ever surrounded by enemies. I will talk to you in your mind regardless as speaking a plan aloud infront of your enemies is absurd." The Illithid took his hand off of the Sliths head and waited for them to depart. The Sliths eyes grew white again. Masrith would speak. "I suggest trying to capture a hollow undead. Defeating an enemy requires knowledge of its weaknesses and behavioral patterns. I had several hypothesis about the undead that are hollow."