"Morro." The illithid pointed at the knight, confirming Caractacus' fears. It was after her. The zombies fought on unflinchingly riding out the blows from their larger. They struggle on even as their bodies are destroyed. One was bashed over the head with a chair, and it was knocked flat by the illithid. It regained its feet, shattered jaw hanging slack, and resumed its attacks. 

Caractacus was about to infuse the undead with his own power, a risky move, but hopefully enough to stop the creature, when he heard a voice inside his own head. He immediately recoiled.  "We seek to end the curse. Though we are immune. Do not give my race a reason not to help." A shiver ran up his spine.

[color=dimgray]"Minions. Stop. Return."[/color] Simple commands. The zombies halted their assault on the squid-faced creature, and shambled back to the spot in front of him where they had burst from the ground. They idled. Caractacus stared a the illithid a moment before speaking again. [color=dimgray]"Okay. Speak as you will. But do not enter my mind again."[/color] He hated the feeling of the creature in his mind, his most protected sanctuary. It felt as though he had been violated.

Caractacus looked to Morro a moment. He wanted to explain things to her, but not as much as he wanted to keep an eye on the illithid.