Caractacus sighed, his grip tightening on the plain staff at his side. [color=dimgray]"I will do what I must.[/color] A curt answer, but one that would serve satisfactory. It was true, too. He was prepared to see this through now that he had a position of responsibility. Caractacus pushed away the empty plate and stood up.

[color=dimgray]"Very well. I am r-ready to leave, whenever you two are."[/color] He looked at his two newfound companions. He hoped they would serve trustworthy. As much as he hated the idea, he knew he would have to speak to the illithid mentally at some point. Morro was right in saying there would be no time to speak through the slith. It didn't stop his skin from crawling however. 

Shaking the thought from his mind, he snapped his fingers at his zombies, and gave a terse order. [color=dimgray]"Follow.[/color] The shambling corpses followed close behind Caractacus as he took a position by the door.