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The Willing Mind is a unique item found in the Mind Flayer Colony in Act Two.
A humanoid brain - alive and in perfect condition - suspended in cerebrospinal fluid.
Properties
Miscellaneous Items
Rarity: Common
Weight: 5 kg / 10 lb
Price: 1 gp
Where to find
Found on a desk west of the Mind-Archive Interface in the Necrotic Laboratory within the Mind Flayer Colony.
Dialogue[edit | edit source]
When placed on the Mind-Archive Interface within the Mind Flayer Colony, the Slack-Skinned Head will cough then speak.
- Pardon! Wouldn't do to phlegm all over Lord Gortash during my first performance, would it?
- Acoustics are a little of in here. Which is... where, exactly?
Reply "An illithid colony. But don't worry—just your brain is here.
- Right. A jester, are you? You must be vying for the lord's patronage too.
- He heard me singing in Beggar's Rest. Said he needed someone to 'give voice to lost knowledge'.
- A little over my head, being honest, but the lord has gold. I trust he knows his business. Now—I'd best warm up.
Reply "Are you some kind of performer?"
- Just a serving girl with notions—'til I met Lord Gortash.
- He heard me singing in Beggar's Rest. Said he needed someone to 'give voice to lost knowledge'.
- A little over my head, being honest, but the lord has gold. I trust he knows his business. Now—I'd best warm up.
Reply "Never mind that. Tell me about this Lord Gortash."
- He heard me singing in Beggar's Rest. Said he needed someone to 'give voice to lost knowledge'.
- A little over my head, being honest, but the lord has gold. I trust he knows his business. Now—I'd best warm up.
Reply [Bard] "What did you plan on singing? It ought to be remembered."
- Huh, oddly sentimental. Or mayhaps you’re just looking for an edge on the competition, eh? No fooling me. Patience, you’ll hear it when Lord Gortash does.
Reply "No need. I think you got the part."
- Truly? Hah! And my ma said the singing would come to naught. Thank you. Thank you.
Reply "Go ahead. I'm sure you'll be performing soon."
- I have just the thing prepared—my ma used to sing it when I'd come crying about monsters. Wish me luck!
Reply "Snap out of it—and look around you."
- ...
- Could do with a bit of natural light, all right. But you know these nobles—odd as fae folk.
- Now, I need to prepare. Wish me luck.
When spoken to again:
- The owlbear bore Auril's icy ire.