"I see." Flying ships that traveled between planes. So Mind Flayers had the means to make such vessels but Faerûn did not. Interesting. Thrawn made a mental note to investigate outside of the city and look for a nautiloid, so he could study it. He would have his scouts take holos of it too.

Astarion still wasn't being entirely truthful. Whatever had happened to the brain, it was like it simply disintegrated. Giant brains that vanished upon death, alien flying machines capable of orbital strikes, all of it was very interesting and worth studying.

"I can have my scouts investigate, at any rate." Reaching into his satchel, Thrawn pulled out an old book. "I found the most interesting piece of literature during my last visit. Have you read this one?"

He laid the book down on the table, the cover facing upward: The Curse of the Vampyr.