Swamped

She points to one of the spectators heading out of the room.

"That's Dean. On the books as Dean First even though he's the only one so far, and he likes to call himself The Dean. As you might guess, he's got more than a bit of ego, but if you can deal with that he's not too bad. Oh, and I should warn you he gets sidetracked easily."

"How so?"

"Well, he's on Pest Control. Early into it, he started observing some of the animals, said it was about finding better ways to keep them out of the base. But then he just kept at it, started studying pretty much every creature in the swamp that could be observed from a safe distance. He found out some interesting things, but he's also likely to start talking about his observations at a moment's notice, even if the conversation's about something else entirely."

"Oh."

"It's not that bad, but it's a bit of work keeping him on topic. Anyhow, he's the one you want to talk to about fortune-telling. But talking to him can take quite a bit of time, I wouldn't recommend trying to catch him right now."

"Thanks. I've been enjoying the tournament, looking forward to seeing how it turns out."

It's late, but you might have time to do something before you head to sleep. Is there anything you want to do, or will you just go to bed?