Role

Chapter 2

Padraig had only twice before heard the name of the Mindflayers tales both
told by men so drunk they could hardly hold onto the bar. Some nonsense about
a cult of warrior-mages devoted to using mind-control. He had barely taken
any notice when he had heard the blatherings in the first instance, filing
them mentally where one might place boogymen or other such tales made up to
scare children. The irony was not lost on him.

After Padraig had finished screaming his guts out and hammering his fists on
the wet sand. After he had got his puff back after the exhausting swim,
Padraig gathered himself on the shores of the windswept beach where he had
swum for miles and responded to the croak of this parrot with an equally
desultory grunt:
- 'I guess it's jus' you an me, burd.'