"Ooft, hello." *he smiles awkwardly* "I'm Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies, I'm usually better at this. When the Nautiloid started plummeting, I in a haste casted a teleportation spell, but was caught between the plains due to a mis-pronunciation. You see, my magic has been weakened by the unwelcome insertion in the ocular region. Are you aware that after a period of excruciating gestation, it will turn us into mind flayers? It’s a process known as ceremorphosis, and let me assure you, it is to be avoided.”
"Of course, apologies" *he stands, sheathing the knife* "I am Astarion, a magistrate at Baldur's Gate. And to think, I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards! Apologies." *he does a lavish bow* "Though, we should soon find a cleric. It's only a matter of days until we turn into those wretched Mindflayers! Monsters!" *he lets out an amusing laugh- the light catching glint on too sharp canines- before schooling his expression, mumbling* "Of course it would turn me into a monster.."
