Editing Ilsenhoon the Mind Flayer Ministrel (section)

===Chapter 4===
The next morning, Ilsenhoon struck out towards the town. He was stopped at the walls by a near-legion of armed men, mostly working stiffs by the looks of them, but nonetheless Ilsenhoon raised his arms, and thought out, I MEAN YOU NO HARM.

“Codswallop, that!” A wizened old human in chainmail called out and marched forth, “Yer workin' with that warlock up on the hill, ain'tcha. Here to snatch away more of us, eh? Well it ain't gonna happen, freak.”

NO, I OWE NO ALLEGIANCE TO THAT DECEASED HUMAN. Ilsenhoon watched them close. There was a soft whispering among them.

“Oy, wot? Deceased? Ye mean he's dead? How?” the old human said.

I KILLED HIM. More whispering, some looks of fear, some of respect. Mostly of fear.

The human backed off a little bit... “Why would one such as you kill him? Ain't he your type, all into the squiddies...” It looked at Ilsenhoon's face again and shuddered.

IT WISHED TO USE ME TO KILL YOU. SO I KILLED HIM. More whispering.

After a minute, a cheer went up into the crowd, many lowered their weapons and the elder human stepped forward, extending a hand. “Well... ye may be ugly as sin, but we owe you a debt, then... he'd been plaguing our town for near goin' on two moons now, blathering on about old gods and such...”

Ilsenhoon looked at the hand, not knowing what to do. The elderly human wavered and then withdrew it, then caught sight of the guitar on the illithid's back. “Yer a minstrel, then? Come on down to the pub and regale us with a tale, then!”

Ilsenhoon nodded, happily. He thought of telling them he only helped because of the warlock's labeling him a minion, not because of killing off the town itself... but maybe later. A tale needed to be told, and songs needed to be sung.