"Shen Luguang," Shen Luguang introduces himself, quickly stepping away from Astarion and rubbing the front of his throat to banish the phantom sensation of that knife. "I hope in the future A-Si-xiansheng will try using his words before he reaches for his blade." He studies Astarion for a moment, frowning slightly -- he saw -- or maybe experienced would be the better word -- many concerning things in that vision, but something about them...despite what just happened, there's a part of him that just can't conceptualize Astarion as an enemy.

Something to consider later, perhaps. Right now he clears his throat and, with an aborted reach for the fan he no longer has up his sleeve, how rude, says, "As for the...mindflayers, you called them? I'm afraid I have a theory, though it's not a very nice one. While Liu-xiong and I were fighting our way through the ship, I saw several bas-reliefs on the walls which seemed to share a certain motif. A tall mindflayer was shown holding its hand over various humanoid individuals in armor or foreign clothing -- perhaps a depiction of the assault we were forced to endure? -- and then, in the next panel, a mindflayer dressed in the same armor or clothes as the humanoid, doing homage to some sort of circle or egg-shaped entity." He fretfully rubs at the space between his eyebrows, where his upper dantian should be. Hopefully still is?

"There are many species of parasite which incubate their young in the bodies of higher creatures. I fear...that may have been what was done to us. Is being done to us, as we speak."