"Not at all, darling." In case she hadn't noticed, he rather enjoyed the sound of his own voice. "The illithid are rather hideous, psionic aberrations--imagine the head of a squid stuck on a bipedal body. They're possessed of very powerful psychic powers. Anyway...as I left my home one fine evening, intending to spend it having some fine conversation with a dear friend," he said, you know, like a liar, "I instead found the moonlight completely blocked by a massive structure. A ship. A flying ship, with a mass of these tentacled appendages dangling from it, slithering around buildings and through the city streets. A Nautiloid, the vessel of the mind flayers. They're an extremely rare sight, and a terrifying one. I ran, as you could imagine, but I was caught. The tentacles, you see, are transport devices. One touch, and you're on board the ship, locked away in a very small prison pod."