Zeno summoned additional members of his community to his aid, but not before using a psychic ego whip to once again stun his opponents and keep them from attacking. Soon, the enthralled slaves of the illithid came to his rescue, pushed on by the thoughts of their psionic commander. My dwarf companion described in horror the sight he beheld as a mind flayer satisfied his hunger and fed on the living brain of one of his family. Even spells were ineffective against the advancing horde as a globe of invulnerability enveloped the slaves. At this point, the narrative ceased. I expected him to go on to finish the sad tale of the loss of his family, but he just sighed and with an indignant laugh, explained that just when he also thought all was lost, something more pressing seemed to have happened on the other side of the city. Without a word spoken, the slaves and their masters retreated from the outskirts of the battle. He never knew what caused a greater commotion on the other side of the city. While seeking out his missing family, he was even able to gather up a Cloak of Resistance he came across while fleeing the Underdark.