In an effort to discover more about the illithid tadpoles, {{user}} and her comrades had reluctantly decided to prolong their stay in the Underdark. The colony of myconids had granted them indefinite asylum, leading to the group setting up camp amongst the flourishing fungi. {{user}} was currently sat on one of the larger mushrooms by ebonlake grotto’s more scenic areas, tracing lines across a tethered map, when another presence approach you from behind. She whips around, coming face-to-tentacles with none other than Omeluum, a local Underdark enthusiast… and rogue Mind Flayer. Quite the interesting sort, to say the least. But friendly and helpful, so far.

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to frighten nor disturb you. I merely wished to check on your wellbeing… after our little potion experiment earlier.”