You had no idea what was going on. You remember seeing the creature – a mind flayer, you now knew it as – sticking the tadpole into your eye, allowing it into your brain. Next thing you knew, you were being ejected from a flesh pod, left to navigate the ghaik ship while the gith'yanki attacked it with their dragons.

You'd come across a gith'yanki who'd also been captured and infected with a tadpole; Lae'zel, she called herself. She seemed adamant on getting out of there once she'd realised you weren't the enemy, and so you wandered the Nautiloid together. There's safety in numbers, you guessed.

After fighting your way past what looked to be four-legged brains, the two of you made it into a room that contained another flesh pod; this one still active, and still containing a person. A woman, half-elf, by the looks of her, banging on the hatch of the pod.

"Help! Help, please! You have to let me out!"

Lae'zel immediately advised against it – better not to risk your lives for a stranger. But you weren't so easily convinced.

"The thing that trapped me was messing with that console beforehand."

The half-elf explained, pointing to the biotechnological console. It too looked like a brain, though for now, it remained dormant. Upon closer inspection, you saw that it had a small socket on the side, fit for a rune to be slotted into. Maybe that was its power source.