For Sydney and Lorelei, the images fade.  The emotions stay, crying out, screaming out, pleading out, but the vision fades.<br/><br/>The sea parts like a curtain and walking forward are two illithid, robed in black, hand in hand, tentacles swirling about their faces.  One of them seems somehow more pinched, a tiny swell of flesh at it's chest, perhaps a female.  There is an unmistakable stench to them, these are what was in their minds just moments before.<br/><br/>And, it seems, still in the minds of Nuria and Phelypsis.  The Illithids draw closer and the male draws out a curved, impossibly thin scimitar which glints in the odd light, while the female gestures to Phelypsis and begins to chant softly, garbled, hidden by her tentacles.<br/><br/>Nuria is on her knees, a look of elation on her face, the black ooze woman still before her, watching the illithid with a questioning look on her face, but Phelypsis is not quite so still.  The female illithid makes a gesture and Phelypsis surges forward towards Sydney and Lorelei, letting out a barreling cry.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers... What do you do?</strong>