Simon stands back up and stretches, wincing at the sound his spine makes. "We can't waste time," he groans. "We should turn this creature over to someone we can trust -- our patron, who should (I think) remain nameless for the moment would likely be the best choice. That way, if we don't return, well, they have someone to question.
"And then we should decend, with all due haste. No more of this shilly-shallying; lives are at stake."
He pauses, considering the unconscious figure. "Well, who's willing to carry the fellow?"