Muste came to a stop, and turned to see if the adventurer had managed to follow after him, only to swipe his brow with a tentacle in relief. However, he then realized that the less desirable goblin had seemingly stayed in the chamber with the trespasser, and that Salbjörg went for one last charge to confront him. "It seems we need team-building exercises, myself included..." He pondered, noting the general chaos when they should have stayed as a single front.

Steeling himself, Muste followed after Oracle, his grimoire open in his arm and a purple glow gathering in his eyes: he decided he would need to use his trump card and decisively end the kid's incursion. He stepped through into the chamber, his tentacles outstretched.
"Mind Bla-aa?"

He blinked, as he comprehended the scene before him: the kid was dead, his head smashed in by a rock. And floating above him was Schnupfen: he immediately deduced what the ghost had done. He then gave an aside glance at Zoppy and Salbjörg, who were stuck in the glue trap, thanks to tripping on his own spell.

The Oracle cheered at their victory, but the illithid could only shake his head. He approached the serpentine monster and mutant goblin, and offered his cane to them to hold on as he pulled, as much as a spindly squidman at least could, to remove them from the trap. "Salbjörg needs treatment," he responded to Oracle's question. Afterwards, he went to examine the fresh corpse, and slurped what little remained of his brain: it was not much, but at that moment Muste finally felt some sense of accomplishment, as he sipped the gray matter like a cup of coffee. Once he was done, he stood back up.

"We should prepare for the next invasion," he then spoke matter-of-factly.