With two lantern-lit trips into the north of the Square and the yard behind it, Pendrake and the guards recover the remaining two dead creatures. Pendrake finds they are improbably light for their size.
Rilithorne has pulled parchment and inkpen and a small folding table from his backpack and begun writing. He pauses to exclaim, "But these two are not the same as the others! They have but two tentacles apiece. And yet they were cut from the same original, or the other way around?" He concludes his missives, and quickly summarises them for the benefit of the onlookers.
"To Watch Captain Frandeth, City Guard, and Secretary Corolio, Office of the Mayor... and so forth. Wish to inform... great service to the city... averted an imminent danger... many ongoing deaths likely prevented. I provide a brief description of the creatures here. One corpse remains in Spelding Square for inspection... suggest payment of reward from city funds... and so on. Sincerely, Magister Rilithorne. I do rather like the sound of that." His eyes twinkle.
"And secondly, to Jon Kilran, my apprentice. Have gone to consult with Thyrin of Grenton... expect to return inside one week... on no account to be contacted or disturbed... matter of urgency that admits of no delay... full confidence in your and Arngrim's abilities to cope without me - " he pauses. "I wonder if I should strike that sentence out? Oh well, no matter. The bearers of this letter... great service... and so on as before... ought to be rewarded for their bravery... and so on. Yours in haste.... There."
Rilithorne withdraws a slim ivory wand from his pack, and taps each piece of parchment with it with a crisply spoken command word. An intricate runic 'R' with complicated embellishments appears, an arcane mark, his unique personal seal.
He passes the first letter to a guard. "Guardsmen, you will of course be giving a full report to the Captain. Do try to impress upon him the unusual nature of our unwholesome visitors to Spelding Square. Off you go."
"Sir!" they exclaim, and hurry off.
The second he hands to Peladus. "Please take this to my apprentice at my tower tonight, all of you. He is waiting up and will worry excessively when I do not return. For we do not know how long these creatures' remains will last, and I will travel to Grenton immediately."
The wizard packs up his table, settles his pack over his shoulder, and with a grimace pulls tentacles of three of the corpses into contact with one another and takes a firm grasp of the bundle. "Good night, lady and gentlemen," he says, and follows this up with a brief arcane utterance. In an instant, he and three creatures vanish, and a swirl of air fills the space where they were. The party are left alone with Gillin, Rollfar, one dead creature, and a letter for Rilithorne's apprentice.