The hunt started as soon as Vezzim heard and felt the music. Something primal stirred within the Illithid, his hunger awoke and he would absorb answers. Vezzim had found this elf on the Titan's plateau, a trained mind and truly delicious head apple. All of the doomed elf's thoughts were on his lost professor, a magician of even greater skill who had recently been sacrificed to a devil of great power. This tasty elf wasn't even nobel, a fact that frustrated Vezzim. The elf's memories were approaching a point of uselessness leading Vezzim to the realization that his hunt was far from over. Vezzim wanted to figure out the source of this ancient song, what its vibrations meant. He must have his own answers before communing with the Eldar. The Mind Flayer released the elf's husk of a body. The meat sack of flesh falling and sinking into the lake waters Vezzim levitated above while the Illithid considered his options. The Flayer decided he would spend another day enjoying the delicacies of the plateau, hoping one of these apprentice wizards might provide him the information he needs. If he failed to acquire satisfactory answers, he would contact
Bathanon! Surely that elf will have the answers.
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