[sblock=OOC]en is being a bitch again...
Will save: 1![/sblock]
As Kushnak summons his divine power, the mouth of the drow opens, though no other life seems in it, if this can even be called "life."
Fortunately, the drow speaks common and answers each of Kushank's questions in turn:
"They serve my master, as do I."
"Hours in tunnels, none are safe. Near cold forge, find beggar's gold, in old and low places."
"My master is a god. I will serve the master."
"Illithid."
The spell's effect ends, and the corpse's movement ceases. "This raised probably more questions than answers. I have never heard of... illithid," Nethezar stumbles a bit over the foreign word.