The moment he was given approval, Caractacus sat back down and started eating. He was starving. Still, he avoided scarfing down the food, as he usually did when he was alone, if only to avoid looking more like a freak. Caractacus looked up from his plate when the knight stood to leave. He grunted acknowledgement through a mouthful of food. Nothing to be worried about at the moment. He finished off the dish before she returned. She shared the unpleasant news of her companions' desertion. Caractacus was hardly aware of their existence in the first place, but he rued the delay it would cause. Then she asked him a question.  "Can I trust you to make sure that the others don't do anything stupid? I want them and you alive, if possible."

Caractacus withheld a gasp. He was being given command? This wasn't something he'd prepared for. Sentients were harder to manage than the undead. Still he wasn't going to pass up the responsibility to the illithid. Caractacus tried to look confident. [color=dimgray]"I'll uh, do it. Good. Yes. Out of here by midday, of c-course!."[/color]