Snapping both his physical, and mental eyes onto the abyssal blooded woman, Zixx once more brought the full force of his mind reading power to bear upon the winged creature, then swiftly over Benedict, now that he was in human form. It was, however, out of periphery that he got his first answer, Ilvaria had seen, this... This thing was the slave from earlier. A broad sense of smug confidence washing out from the Illithid, brushing against the minds of his party as much as his words did.<i>&lt;Ah.... And the truth, is revealed...&gt;</i>Arms folding behind his back, as he withdrew his scrutiny and returned it to scanning the public scene around them, and beyond.<br/><br/>With any luck, they were transporting Ariel through this market to some other location, and even more blindly he did hope, they would bring the woman and her unmistakable self-righteousness within his 'scanning' range. The leather clad drow and durgar rogues, though they seemed like just an elf and dwarf, so well covered they were, were clearly mind broken tools for the eldritch wielding mindflayer. The orcish brute, however, was a different story, for while she was securely under his thrall, her mind, or rather, limited wit did sometimes slip out, granting her a snide comment. The Illithid, meanwhile, was still staring at Verena, even without a face, and his head covered by gimp mask and metal crest, one could tell he was reveling in how her disguise was lowered. The fact he felt even less magic clinging to her then before was proof enough.<i>&lt;You know... Danger of betrayal aside, this may actually, be to our advantage.&gt; </i>Offering the woman a brief half-bow, even placing one hand on his chest the feign respect.<i>&lt;Now, onto business. Master Orlando, I trust, you can point me, to the nearest graveyard?&gt; </i>The wretched 'man' still intending to expand his personal entourage of protection, seeking as he was about to be lacking the alchemist and fullblade's protection...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>