The sun is just rising, and soon your classmates will be finished with their morning meditations. You snuck back in after going swimming in the river at night (while they were in reverie), and now you have your elven face back on and are prepared to continue your studies.
So, it's very unexpected when you hear the sound of screams from outside, in the center of camp. Rushing out, you see the elves fighting (and falling to) a trio of Illithids in dark robes. As you watch, two of them turn on your Moon Elf teacher (who is charging toward them), and without either of them moving a muscle, he drops to the ground and slides a few feet from his own momentum. His eyes are vacant, and he lies drooling.
You see a strange craft floating in the air above the forest a half mile away.