The beast made of ice gets Naugus to stop whatever he's doing (or put down whatever he'd picked up to examine), ears upright in surprise. And perhaps a bit impressed! "You summoned that? Where does it come from?" Now might not be the time for academically curious questions, Naugus. But that doesn't stop him from asking either way.

When the creature nearly has the door done in, the wizard hurries back over to stand nearer to Felix, trodding right on top of the downed guards as if they were little more than sacks of grain. He, of course, thoroughly ignores any sounds of pain this could cause. "I vote once we've got ahold of this object, we take to the shadows promptly. No faster escape than that, assuming they don't have more holy wards set up to put a stop to us."