Kruz'Iik meandered throughout the gathering . There was much sweet intelligence here, but most of it was diluted by human liquor. Such a shame. The tall, hooded Ilithid moved throughout the crowd, the only aspects of his physiology that were visible were his hands, and the two facial tentacles that were much longer than the rest. In one of the tentacles, was a drink, but Kruz had no real desire to drink it. He made his way towards the starboard side, intent on leaning onto the railing. He was stopped midway by a drunken woman, who stumbled onto his chest. The tentacle that wasn't holding the drink waved over her face, and he pushed her out of his way. "There is nothing I can learn from you..." He said in his impossibly smooth, melodic voice. The woman pouted and stumbled off, and Kruz finally made it to the wooden railing. He placed his webbed, clawed hands on it, and swished the drink around in the tentacle holding it. He took the drink up in both tentacles, and raised it up to his mouth under his hood. The lamprey like opening spread apart, and exposed his beak, which opened up to receive the drink. He downed it, and left the mug on the railing. He moved his hood back a bit so he could look out onto the horizon, his full array of facial tentacles writhing together.
He projected his mind outwards, reaching out towards any intelligences that weren't intoxicated with a mental siren's song, a flowing, haunting melody that scratched at the back of the psyche, composed of notes too smooth and too alien to even describe.