[ He seems...not quite pleased, exactly, (though being in such a situation would put anyone in a terrible mood) but he does seem bolstered by Jarlaxle's own slight changes of feeling, small though they are. Despite his obsessions and connections with illithids, they bring him no comfort here at all, but Jarlaxle - bold and bright in his familiarity - does.
He doesn't have to engage the illithid in combat for long; Jarlaxle makes quick work of it. He doesn't feel much of a twinge as he lets the corpse slide to the floor, stepping over it. It wasn't as if illithids wouldn't do the same to their own kind if they betrayed one another, after all, as rare as that was...
(He still feels uncomfortable. He wonders why they, of all people, were brought here. He likely knows that he'll get no answers.)
The hallway to the next room has been gashed open from the side, exposing it to the environs beyond the ship, and he grimaces visibly at the sight and smells it presents - blasted ashen wastes, jutting cliffs, and a smoky sky that was no more welcoming than the ground it overlooked, accompanied by a pervasive acrid smell. Certainly not the Astral Sea, which would in theory be easier to escape from without being swallowed up by something larger. ]
Avernus, [ he says, irritable. ] We will have to take the helm. I mislike our chances here without a known escape route. [ Even with Jarlaxle's items and his own powers, it would be a miserable time surviving long enough to even find some form of exit in a battlefield most suited for devils. Not to mention that they could come out anywhere on Toril if an exit was found, and make things even more complicated.
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He doesn't have to engage the illithid in combat for long; Jarlaxle makes quick work of it. He doesn't feel much of a twinge as he lets the corpse slide to the floor, stepping over it. It wasn't as if illithids wouldn't do the same to their own kind if they betrayed one another, after all, as rare as that was...
(He still feels uncomfortable. He wonders why they, of all people, were brought here. He likely knows that he'll get no answers.)
The hallway to the next room has been gashed open from the side, exposing it to the environs beyond the ship, and he grimaces visibly at the sight and smells it presents - blasted ashen wastes, jutting cliffs, and a smoky sky that was no more welcoming than the ground it overlooked, accompanied by a pervasive acrid smell. Certainly not the Astral Sea, which would in theory be easier to escape from without being swallowed up by something larger. ]
Avernus, [ he says, irritable. ] We will have to take the helm. I mislike our chances here without a known escape route. [ Even with Jarlaxle's items and his own powers, it would be a miserable time surviving long enough to even find some form of exit in a battlefield most suited for devils. Not to mention that they could come out anywhere on Toril if an exit was found, and make things even more complicated.
Ah, planar travel. ]