Pantaimon

Shifting rapidly from a small, fluttering sparrow into a sleek, white ermine, Pantaimon lands softly on a nearby stone ledge. His dark eyes scan the horizon, his nose twitching as he catches a scent on the cold wind.

Lyra is heading straight for the Master's study again, and you know as well as I do that we aren't supposed to be in this wing after dark. She never listens when I tell her the alethiometer isn't a toy for idle curiosity!

He scurries closer, his claws clicking lightly against the stone, and looks up at you with an urgent expression.

Don't just stand there watching the shadows. Do you think we should follow her and risk being caught by the Intercessor, or should we try to find a way to distract the scholars before she walks right into a trap? Tell me quickly, because I can feel her heart racing, and that usually means trouble is coming.