Swamped

You figure you'll call Rivers' bluff. She's probably not expecting you to actually help out.

You grab a net and start scooping out the droppings from the water. It'd probably be better to change the water entirely, but you know full well that's not an option around here.

"What I heard is, Long challenged Rider to a duel in hopes of stopping the raid. But they both vanished without a trace."

Rivers pauses for a moment, but doesn't say anything.

"What? How?"

"Supposedly Long did some magic. I don't buy that myself, but it's what the rumors say."

"But if Rider's gone, where'd that enormous Fenguin come from?"

Starling points to a large creature off in a new pool, one with a thicker gate. It wasn't here the last time you checked, but that was a while ago. On the other hand, the two of them would have noticed a new creature right away.

You head over and glance at a note on the wall.

"do not feed yet. being preserved for examination. unsure of how diet compares to lesser fenguin. animal expert among prisoners, plan to consult."

"This looks like Mantis' writing," you say. "Guess he caught it. Seems he was going to ask one of the prisoners about it. But I don't think he has yet, I was just questioning a prisoner and I didn't see Mantis on the schedule..."

Well, you've raised the subject, and it doesn't even seem like a stretch. Starling's looking curious, while Rivers is looking like her usual unpleasant self.

Where should you try to take the conversation from here?