Githzerai

"What a coincidence." Anse was rather helpless.

Could his business plans be cut short just as they were getting started?

He signaled everyone to stay quiet, slowed his pace as he reached the third floor, and hid behind a wall to peer outside.

The street was a complete mess. Crowds fled in panic, and chaos reigned everywhere.

At the street corner, a group of humanoids with waxy yellow skin, dark spots covering their faces, and cloth garments were fighting. Their enemies were a group of Professionals and several Intellect Devourers.

"Githzerai Monks?" Anse was somewhat surprised. "Are they hunting Intellect Devourers and Mind Flayers?"

These Gith fought barehanded for the most part, their movements nimble and graceful, powerful qi swirling around their palms or bodies.

Anse's little building was relatively tall. He swept his gaze across the surrounding area and discovered that the fighting was not limited to this one location. The unrest had spread across half of the Middle City district, while the distant Lower City was equally chaotic.

Many battles were obscured by the angle, but the disordered streets and panicked civilians revealed the scale of the chaos.

A fragrant scent wafted over as Elise moved close beside him, her brow faintly furrowed. "There are Mind Flayers here too?"

"From the looks of it, yes." Anse had seen a Nautiloid Spelljammer in the Dock District. Such magical vessels generally belonged only to Mind Flayers.

"Who are those people?" Quentin asked quietly, pointing at the street corner.

"Githzerai, one branch of the Gith. They're mortal enemies of Mind Flayers—" Anse explained.

The Gith had once been slaves to the Mind Flayers, and it was through them that they gained the power of Psionics. Later, under the leadership of a great leader, the Gith overthrew the Mind Flayers' oppressive rule.