Swamped

"Hang on. Where are you headed if the cells are that way? And why do you still have the keys in that case?"

She gives you a look as if you're thick.

"To keep them safe. That Bogknight's going to want to help his friends, so best to make sure the keys are in good hands. As to where I'm headed... well, I'm not answering that question until you answer mine."

Ugh. You couldn't work under her at the best of times. You definitely can't with the Council business in the background.

"And what are you going to do if we just press on and check things out anyways?" Shorty suddenly asks. Oh hells, when will he learn to keep his mouth shut?

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We ran into the prisoners last night. They tied us up. You think we're just going to sit by if one of them's on the loose? Our honor's at stake!"

Hang on, now. That's the sort of thinking Grey-maw understands.

"Yeah, it's not just about Mudviper testing me. I've got to make sure these Bogknights learn not to mess with my squad again. And that means we're handling this ourselves. You have a problem with that?"

Grey-maw chuckles.

"Never thought you, of all people, had that kind of backbone." She laughs. "And hells, if I have to deal with your whole mess of a squad, forget it. If you screw this up, I don't want that on my head. Fine, do what you will. But if you want any information out of me, it's going to cost you."

Well, despite what she just said, you've already worked one thing out. She's probably planning to use the cell keys to bait Jackson into a trap.

You're also going to keep the other team waiting... oh, hells, what if the rest of Grey-maw's squad is taking that path. That's just trouble waiting to happen.

Should you try to bargain with Grey-maw for info, or just keep moving on?