Swamped

Ugh. Well, whatever else you do, the first step is to put on a brave face. You've just got a headache, not the damned desert fever. Hopefully, at least.

This is strained a bit when you nearly trip on someone sleeping in the middle of the hallway. What the hell was she doing there? You'd better not have another fever victim...

Wait. Why's she in Bogknight colors?

...You recognize her, she was the swimmer girl guarding you last night. Why isn't she in the cells?

You turn to the nearest Marshguard to ask just that, if only to establish some air of authority, only to realize that the nearest Marshguard is Greeneye.

"I thought you were..." you begin, then you spot Crosswinds next to her, giving you a meaningful glance.

"I thought you were up to the job, Greeneye," you say, sounding as confident as you can. "Good work getting that swimmer. Now take her to the cells!"

"Yes sir," Greeneye says, saluting. "Glad I could help."

You hear some murmurs in the crowd.

"Wait, Corvus sent someone to catch the swimmer? I thought his whole squad was a mess."

"Must be doing something right. Three of our top squads couldn't catch her."

"That's odd, ain't it? Think he might have made a deal with the swimmer?"

"Doubt it. Can't see Corvus as having anything worth offering."

Well, it's not a lot, but they're giving you consideration they wouldn't have before. You're going to need to have a talk with Crosswinds later, though.

You use the opportunity to take the lead in your little entourage. It's clear they've got orders to escort you, but they're not so concerned with keeping you steady now.

Too bad you've still got the headache. As if meeting with Razor wasn't bad enough.

You step into the mess hall and he's already looking impatient.

"Would you care to explain what kept you?" he asks as you sit down.

How should you answer him?