He is very, very lucky. 

He is currently on a river bank. 

Surrounding him are chunks of burning and smouldering ship. 

In front of him is Shadowheart, out cold. 

Further ahead is a rise in the land that he could climb to get a better view of his surroundings.

The problem with being the lucky drunk is all the other people who are the unlucky sober.

He whaps Shadowheart with the Wand of Cure Light Wounds.

She wakes with a start. "You're alive.  -- I'm alive. I didn't think that was possible."

"Yeah, that tends to happen."

"Well, it's better than the alternative."

"I'm going to hike up the hill and check for problems and then maybe when I get back we can work on getting me less confused!"

"I'll come with you.  We will want to find shelter, and even more we'll want to find a healer. These tadpoles will be a death sentence if we can't find anyone."

He walks up the hill. "So what is up with the tadpole situation?"

"In a few days, we will turn into a mind flayer. I can't speak from experience, but I can't imagine it will be pleasant."

"Mind flayers are those squid things?"

"You are from a different plane, aren't you? Yes, those 'squid things' are mind flayers."

"I'm from Golarion."

(Shadowheart will hear this as "the Cage.")

"I'm glad you got out then. You're in Toril now." He hears this as 'Cradle.'

"Hey! I like my home planet! I grew up there."

"I'm assuming it was named Cage for a reason."

".......ohhhhh yeah. Long story. Not one that personally affects me. --So I assume are there good reasons I don't want to have a squid for a face or is it just that it'd break the heart of every whore in Toril?"

"A mind flayer is 'you' in the same way a skeleton animated with your bones is 'you.'"

"Yeah, that seems bad."

"...wait, does that mean I have to kill the kiddo?"

"The... kiddo?"

"It's just what I started calling the tadpole. --It's a baby. Admittedly a weirdly authoritarian baby but a baby."

"... you've been talking to it." She is now questioning all her choices to throw her lot in with this man, but also she doesn't really have... choices. He can swing a sword, that will have to do. "You are going to have to choose between you and it,  I'm afraid." She raises an eyebrow.

"Does something bad happen if I talk to it?"

"Other than getting attached to the parasite that will kill you unless you kill it first? No,  nothing than I can think of."

It's not a parasite, it's an illithid-in-waiting, and therefore the third best form of life. Cayden should feel honoured.