Muste's tentacles slowly writhed as the illithid came to, his eyes opening lethargically to take in his surroundings. He immediately understood that he was in an underground shelter of some kind, as it instinctually resonated as a safe place if not even home to him. He then deduced it to be a dungeon based on the presence of a dungeon core that radiated magnificent magical power. But there was no Mother Brain to greet him, nor even a traditional spawning pool of an illithid nest. The confusion only passed for a moment before the fledgling sorcerer understood that he had been spawned by the core itself.

The illithid, dressed in a black coat and hat, carefully lowered his walking cane as the scroll pile exclaimed in surprise at what looked like long-dead human remains. This was followed by the raccoon-looking beast woman/spirit(?) explaining the situation, to which the illithid sighed and nodded, turning towards the others. He recognized the same Shard of Authority in them that he also possessed: they were all equally qualified to manage the dungeon, something that could prove problematic should there be a conflict of interest or siloing. He examined the group.

A shadowy ghost with a beak or nose caught his attention first: he did not care for undead, as they lacked the delicious morsel he most craved in the cranium. However, he could use an employee who was tireless and capable of more subtle activities, should they prove useful.
He also noted a serpentine monster with a particularly refined appearance: they seemed capable enough, and should they possess the ability to enter human settlements in disguise, that was a a chance for him to get his tendrils on a proper dinner. There were also goblins and rats, and a monster he did not have knowledge of. Overall, It seemed quite a mish-mash of creatures, with representatives of multiple monster factions, but it wouldn't deter him from making a proper introduction for his first day at work.

"My name..." Muste spoke, his voice sounding a bit raspy, likely due to the facial tentacles. "...Is Muste. As of today I will be joining the dungeon development team as a magic specialist and artifact developer."
He touched his coat pocket to check for items, and found a grimoire. He quickly skimmed through the contents as he spoke, the spells contained in the tome as natural to him as the written word. "For my salary, I prefer human brains, with magical items and spelltomes as a secondary priority. In return, I provide expertise in arcane mysteries and improving the dungeon from the magical perspective. Uh, that is all."

Muste realized his introduction wavered off at the end. Well, he wasn't working in the public relations department any time soon. The dungeon sprit then gave the team their first item on the agenda for the meeting. "Miss Dungeon Spirit, you represent a party that is invested in the dungeon's operation and success, as you all can clearly see by how we have been summoned and given Shards of Authority." He lifted his cane, casually placing the rounded handle in his other hand.
"To that end, I think you should be named either Dungeon Owner, Stakeholder, or Client." In his head, they were perfect titles for one of the most important entities an employee, even one working in a dungeon, would know.