Swamped

"Tell me why, Crook," you say suddenly. You're not sure if you're bluffing, but Crook's usually up to something. And he's certainly hiding something now.

"Tell you why what?" he says, after a moment of surprise.

Razor gives you a glare, but he also seems curious. Maybe you can take control of this from here.

"I know you, Crook. You slack off all the time, and you've never really taken to the swamp, have you? You still want to get out of here. But as much as you want to leave the place behind, you care about us. You wouldn't sell us out. You wouldn't be aiding in a prisoner's escape for a bribe, or even for kicks. It's a lot of work, after all."

Crook lets out a deep breath.

"So I made a deal with the prisoner," he says carefully. "Nothing big. Marshall's not trying to escape the fortress, just trying to stay away from him and his crew." He gives Razor the dirtiest look he's willing to risk. "I think Grey-maw's questioning was the final straw."

Razor looks serious.

"Wait. Grey-maw questioned Marshall?"

"Uh, yeah? What's that supposed to mean?" Crook looks baffled, and you are too. She's Razor's right hand, why would she question a prisoner of importance without him knowing about it?

"I thought she questioned Jackson. Dammit! I should have known something was off when the wrong prisoner was reported missing."

Wow. You thought you'd seen Razor mad before, but it was nothing like this.

"I'll deal with your transgressions later, Crook. It seems you've stumbled onto a larger problem, one that takes priority. For now, keep Marshall hidden. I need to speak to Grey-maw, and work out what's going on."

He gets up, leaving the two of you sitting there. You feel lost.

"So, ah." Crook says. "Shall I just, ah, go now?"

Like you have an answer. What are you even supposed to be doing now?