The creature is still down, and while it regenerates, as it can't get back into combat and heal as much damage as it's dished out, it resorts to a stream of profanities, then dissipates in a cloud of green mist. It has, by all means, been unsummoned back to its master.
The horizon is clear, not counting the ever-growing puddle of water on the floor. You'll probably need some proof of the creature's entity... But the political info you've gathered is already enough to prove that Mr. Rofocale means nothing good to Galbadia.
The shadow monster is quickly felled, and the essence's traces can be collected by any spellcaster worth their salt to be used in the investigation. You don't see any immediate threat so far.
Naomi: -goes to grasp the ladder when she sees spacesuit white-
...uh-oh.
Guys. I don't have my illusion spell on any more. I'm gonna stand out.
edited 30th Jan '17 5:47:35 PM by SpartyMcFly
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Black Hole: (@Valerie) Healing magic, huh? (looks around for anything that could heal a person)