Vashir calmly placed his fork down and took a sip of beer through his straw. Sensing the captain's fear and apprehension he wanted to ensure this didn't get ugly as the human was already reaching for a weapon.
"First thing, I'm half. What is called an Illithid-spawn. The Ceremorphosis did not complete as I wasn't human when they started. They are not 'my people' as I am considered a mistake, expendable fodder. Secondly I mean you no harm and I have no interest in your brain, I was enjoying the macaroni and cheese though."
Vashir Laced up the small hole in his cowl and folded his hands over his plate. His appetite ruined.
"If that is sufficient enough of an explanation, I would request that you remove you hand from your weapon. We are allies here after all. You may ask questions, if that will help you to feel a bit better"
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