"Dangers abound in the Spheres. Is not the Elven Navy dedicated to protecting all people of good faith?" the voice in your heads continues. "After consulting with your Battlepoet, I have learned that the region we must explore has a high incidence of pirate activity. We will also pass through the phlogiston, that spectacle of chaos and beauty. My crew are relatively inexperienced, but they are the best I could locate. The presence of experienced Navy personnel would be a great boost to their morale. If I had a Illithid Nautiloid at my command, things would be different, but I have had ... disagreements with my people."
"If there are no other questions, I shall retire to the ship. We shall leave within the hour." The mind flayer stands, as does its kobold companion (pet?), eager and trusting as a puppy (charmed, you imagine). They exit the observation room through another door.
The Battlepoet turns, "I'm glad to see you are willing to follow orders. This is an unpleasant assignment, and I would not trust it to anyone less. You are welcome to requisition mental defense equipment as you see fit. May Corellon guide you. Good hunting!"