The Nautiloid, Obviously.

You have only the clothes on your back, your flute, and some potions you had nicked off some merchant. In the next room, you hear a creature calling out from help. An intelect devourer - begging for freedom. Easily prying it out, you notice a chance to make it serve you, which you do quickly. Telling you it's name is Us, and that you must go to the helm. Picking up a hand crossbow, you continue forward.

Before you get very far, a strange looking person jumps down in front of you. "Abomination," she calls you, a phrase you have heard often before. "This is your end."

Before you can react, your head feels like it explodes. You see a red wing, the flash of a sword, and your own face. "Vlaakith blesses this day, for you are no thrall. We might just survive this together!" She introduces herself as Lae'zel, your only chance of survival. As you begin to fight your way to the helm, you look around. "Holy Hells, we're in The Hells!" "Quit your sight-seeing, we don't have time." She retorts, not one for wasting time.

Despite always wanting to go, you continue, where you find a half elf cleric. You give a half hearted attempt to find away to let her out, much to Laz'zel' annoyance, then shrug and continue your way out, not thinking about the cleric. Not thinking about how they threw you out, called you devil spawn, and said you should thank them for letting you live.