"Just... out of... breath," Rollfar Lightpurse answers. "Imagined... no, saw..." - she looks a little uncertain - "black... tentacles... swirling... in fog... Your big... friend... falling. Ran... all the way... to... Rilithorne's. Soon be better."
Rilithorne accepts Peladus' greeting with an inclination of the head that despite his ludicrous attire looks gracious and includes the other companions in the street. In passing he takes in Peladus' lack of armour and the mage light on his staff, and addresses his remarks mainly to him.
"We met - yes, of course, I - well, many calls on my attention, but certainly I rem- quite," he says. "Now, by chance I was up and about late tonight, stargazing from atop my tower, as is not unusual, though tonight there had been a remarkable occurrence. I was examining charts and my memory to see whether one of our familiar companions had left its accustomed place in the sky - I am pleased to say none seems to have - when this extremely persistent and persuasive young lady used up the last of her breath shouting for me outside my tower. And so, here we are, in the company of two of our esteemed city guard whom we gathered along the way, too late to assist actively, it seems, but not to late to... A creature of slime, now dead. Certainly! Lead on."
He rather talks over Peladus' attempted explanations. Once in the Square, he is one of the few Orussus natives not to bother with some banal impolite remark on Ngikhnit's size, merely nodding to him as he eagerly moves on towards the nearer corpse.
"That is what I saw," Rollfar says from behind. The guardsmen flank her, trying to look involved.
"But of course, young lady," Rilithorne remarks absently. "Ah, yes, this thing is rather loathsome. Having seen it in life, do you have any theories? I note the outline of its form dances and wavers before the eye. Have you perhaps had the opportunity to examine it for magical auras?"