Nazr felt like chuckling at the sheer obliviousness of the Snowkin, but instead kept a calm to keep up appearance. [color=blue]"More than you can imagine, Klonian."[/color] Yes, Nazr was a well-read scholar, and had basic knowledge of Snowkin history. Whether that would impress the fair-haired man or irritate him was another matter. Then the Aahari came barging in and demanding for their immediate departure; it seems the brutes had little in the way of patience, but that was only expected of creatures of such low intelligence. Nazr ignored him in favor of listening to what the petite practitioner of a particular type of puppets had to say.

Nazr was further convinced that what he felt back at the docks was indeed the truth. Or, he felt like the truth was even more horrifying to comprehend, as instead of a human aura of dark, he felt a a thick, pulsating presence of otherworldly power, impossible to read with his own psionic might. Nazr, despite his personal opinions, had to admit respect at such transcendence of one's soul as the young girl showed. 
However, despite the show of wizardly proficiency, this "Em" turned out to be far more behaved and well-mannered than the rest of her ilk Nazr has met in his travels, and even seemed to flatter him. Nazr felt a smile coming under his slightly moist appendages at thinking he's already made a name for himself, though this was, of course, even foolish to think about considering how he believed he's kept a low profile. Still, the immaturely immortal imp knew a way with words, and he responded to the gaze of her glowing eye with his own that peered from the abyss. 

As his vast wisdom concluded, the being masquerading as a youth wanted to accompany them after all. At this, Nazr felt so triumphant in his prediction that if Ema was still herself, she could have seen a writhing tentacle appear for only a blink of the eye from his hood.
It was all preordained according to his master plan, he jested in his mind. Nazr responded by speaking a strange and slithery tongue impossible to understand by mere mortals, though in actuality he simply stated his name. [color=blue]"Nazrc'thath Iyac'thorl'ieh. Pleased t make your acquaintance."[/color] The mind flayer turned around, his business with the undead user concluded. [color=blue]"Now then, ssshall we be off? We have so much to dissscover...[/color]

Nazr already prepared for the journey by reading up on whatever he could find on Reef Grotto, though to his disappointment there was awfully little documented on the location. H/color]e noted the propensity for some of the creatures to sniff him out, and made a mental note to figure out a plan of attack with any comrades he may lure to his cause. Once they were at the cave, Nazr spoke to his group: [color=blue]"I suggest we share any skills we can utilize in case we are to be under attack. I Can sense the presence of others, shift matter with my magic, and disappear from sight. However, there are piranha hounds in these caverns who can find me by scent, so a diversion is required.[/color] He coughed. [color=blue]"Now, if I could have a moment of silence..."[/color] Nazr first opened the Tome of Eldritch Lore, and after he whispered a short passage, he closed his eyes; he opened his inner eye, using his psionic gift to detect any mental presence which did not belong to his group, sensing even the mere flickers of a dream that floated through the dark cavern.

-Nazr used Detect Thoughts-