Since both of the names that the daemon said sound unappealing to you, you decide on a nickname for it. It looks kind of… implike, so you decide to call it Impish.
You can sense that it is okay with this.
You ask the daemon about what its abilities are.
It alights upon the homeowner’s shoulder before responding.
<Well, I’m trapped in this crystal, so there’s not much I can physically do. My jive is more reconnaissance.
<Whenever you inhale through the crystal, you slow time down so that a single second feels like ten minutes. In this time, you can ask me anything you want. With more practice, you can do other things yourself, but right now that’s about all you can do.
<I’m able to move around and survey things in a certain radius around you, about 20 feet, and I can also read minds on a basic level – if they’re thinking about a basic action like eating or throwing something, or their general emotion. I’ll report all those things back to you.
<But whatever you do, do NOT let the nozzle get stuck on your face. Unless you feel like spending an eternity with me. I wouldn’t mind.
<You have a one-second grace period to get the mask off, but after that you’re stuck here for another ten minutes. And those can rack up.
What do you do?
