He warily keeps his distance, trying to will himself back to steadiness. They aren't thralls. These are other captives. Taken by--

"Mindflayers." Gods, it has to be mindflayers, didn't it? Their description fits the horror stories. "We were captured by mindflayers, for whatever reason they do anything."

Well. That's awkward. "And to think, I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards," he smiles as disarmingly as he can--being literally disarmed probably doesn't hurt. "Apologies."

He takes a step back, clasping his hands. "Let's start again, shall we? My name's Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me. Though I'm getting the sense that name won't ring any bells."