You ask if Impish can help the confederate guy.
It looks over to him and shakes its head.
<Nothing I can do. He’s almost dead, and I can barely read anything in that jumbled brain other than terror. But don’t worry about him. You have more important things to do right now. See those three stars there in the distance?
He motions to three particular specks of light that you can see through your wall.
<Those are police, and they’re nearing your location. I’d high tail it if I were you.
What do you do?
