[If there was anyone who might be able to weather being told they were infected with an illithid tadpole, it would undoubtedly be Kimmuriel, and while it wasn't a surprise to see the other male take the news without panic, it was a welcome relief nevertheless. He'd no suspicions that the other drow secretly desired this fate, after all while the psionicist was eccentric in his own way (as were most of his men), he wasn't actually mad. It was simply how the other male was, and presently it was a small but necessary boon.
He took the offered items from Kimmuriel, his eye patch, a few amulets and his bag of holding, with a soft noise of approval, quickly donning that which was his and of course, immediately stowing all that was not within the bag. Mercifully, that had still been tightly shut, he wouldn't have to worry about digging around the rest of this ship looking for an endless number of bits and baubles. Hopefully, the cold logic of an illithid would serve him well here. After all, what was the sense in scattering a bunch of related objects across the entirety of the ship when it made more sense and took less energy than to simply store them all within a single room? Not that he'd any intention of leaving any other caches and prizes untouched here.]
That a weakness should later become a strength. At any other time it would have been humorous.
[And he did so wish he could find something to laugh about here, but nothing managed to spark even a grim amount of comedy in the moment.]
They'll not be using either of us in any way, if I'm to have any say in it.
[And he will, even if all it meant was ensuring the only two living bodies leaving this ship would be himself and Kimmuriel. Once satisfied that he'd found everything this side of the room had to offer, he started on the next, methodical and careful. Kimmuriel would be allowed to remain at the doorframe for the time being, a telltale rustle of cloth betraying the retrieval of the hat and the cloak.]
I believe there isn't much else this room has to offer us.
[He stood, fixing the hat in place and flinging the cloak about his shoulders.]
Let us see if any of our hosts still linger in the next room... They already had their slippery hands full with but one of us. Lets see how well they fare against the force of two. How do you feel, Kimmuriel?
[Steady? Healthy? Angry? Eager to see some more gray matter on the floor?]
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He took the offered items from Kimmuriel, his eye patch, a few amulets and his bag of holding, with a soft noise of approval, quickly donning that which was his and of course, immediately stowing all that was not within the bag. Mercifully, that had still been tightly shut, he wouldn't have to worry about digging around the rest of this ship looking for an endless number of bits and baubles. Hopefully, the cold logic of an illithid would serve him well here. After all, what was the sense in scattering a bunch of related objects across the entirety of the ship when it made more sense and took less energy than to simply store them all within a single room? Not that he'd any intention of leaving any other caches and prizes untouched here.]
That a weakness should later become a strength. At any other time it would have been humorous.
[And he did so wish he could find something to laugh about here, but nothing managed to spark even a grim amount of comedy in the moment.]
They'll not be using either of us in any way, if I'm to have any say in it.
[And he will, even if all it meant was ensuring the only two living bodies leaving this ship would be himself and Kimmuriel. Once satisfied that he'd found everything this side of the room had to offer, he started on the next, methodical and careful. Kimmuriel would be allowed to remain at the doorframe for the time being, a telltale rustle of cloth betraying the retrieval of the hat and the cloak.]
I believe there isn't much else this room has to offer us.
[He stood, fixing the hat in place and flinging the cloak about his shoulders.]
Let us see if any of our hosts still linger in the next room... They already had their slippery hands full with but one of us. Lets see how well they fare against the force of two. How do you feel, Kimmuriel?
[Steady? Healthy? Angry? Eager to see some more gray matter on the floor?]