Dressed from head to toe(assuming an Illithid had toes) in pitch black, studded leather armor which was acceptuated with bladed spikes and a platted leather kilt about the hips, the beast's head was covered completely in a form fitting hood which gave deeper definition to the shape of it's cuttlefish head, a leathery sack like a hairless scrotum resting where the mouth should be. A long fingered left hand rested over it's narrow chest, head dipping in a regal bow, right hand spread to the side.<i>&lt;Zixx'markazz...&gt; </i>the words echoed into their minds, a soft baratone, implying a male persona. From across the forehead, along where eyebrows and hairline should be was adorned a silver headcrest, which swooped back into three points. An onix stone resting upon it's center, a fine match to the dark tinted lenses of his mask.<br/><br/>As 'he' came back to a full stand, the oakleaf shaped leather pauldrons, with bladed tips curled up became more pronounced as his arms folding aristocratically behind his back, heels of his steel toed boots clicking together. If one looked close enough, they would see the stylized eyes atop the toe plates, and the mock teeth along the boot's sole. The buckles of said footware reaching well bast his thighs to vanish under the kilt which consisted of two plattes in the rear, and one in front. From his belt were slung a number of cruel looking hand blades, most intended for torture, not combat, though, a distinct pair of 'robs' rested from either hip. One blue and white on either end, the other red and yellow. Casually, those hidden eyes perused everyone present, while the  mind flayer's thoughts brushed with their own. Scanning, inspecting... Behind his back, in his left hand he idly rolled a single walnut sized pearl against his palm.<br/><br/><i>&lt;And,&gt;</i>he began again,<i>&lt;I can assure you, that contrary to my people's methods, I have no intentions of tricking, decieving, or dooming any of you...&gt;</i>A sensation like a windchime twinkling in the back of everyone's minds, almost like a self amused laughter.<i>&lt;Figured we may as well, get that and any accusations, out of the way, hm?&gt; </i>Head canting to the side as his right hand came foreward to give a dismissive wave.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>