For a while, Muste studied the group of adolescent monkeys that had dared to intrude upon their home. He recognized a pattern with their group: some were more inclined for power and use of handheld weaponry, while others were more similar to him, and channeled the arcane, or some other power he did not fully understand. As he did, the rats in his clothes began to slowly acclimate to the psionic network to the point of being able to convey their desires to him: simple as they were, they nonetheless possessed a will to scavenge, to collect, and survive, all admirable traits. However, now was not the time to forage and resupply, as more urgent matters were at hand. The illithid considered for a brief moment to explain in detail, but realized that the verminous employees would be more receptive to simpler suggestions. So, he mustered his psionic power, and conveyed a message to the wormtailed friends:

"Defend home, then return, then feed."

Hopefully, with the message's simple form able to be absorbed by the hive mind, Muste stopped behind a corner, as he listened to the cries of the despicable humans raise in volume, as they now began to take offensive in the guillotine chamber. He peeked behind the stone wall, and observed the new shrine that had been enacted: a magnificent monument to death and sacrifice, perfect for separating the precious shells from their owners' shoulders. He understood the curse that permeated the artifact, but noted it's sluggish activation: he decided he would need to jumpstart the ritual by placing a suitable offering. The decision was almost instant: the child in the pure white robes was the most dangerous, his holy magics an anathema to his compatriots, and the dungeon as a whole. He would not suffer his cherubic prayers to cleanse these unhallowed halls any longer. He reached out with his hands, which turned to tentacles as his disguise melted away, revealing a horrific monster with eyes glowing with magical power.

"Ia Ia Fhtagnh'n! Thunderwave!" 

He shouted, and cast forth his powered spell, targeting it at the priest. If his calculations were correct, the force of the spell would be enough to cause the disgusting ape to stumble forward into the guillotine, followed by a downward slice of the rectangular blade, mercilessly decapitating him on the spot. Then, he would perform his trademark technique, honed over his last battle...And flee.