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"Well, I don't know much about them myself, but I remember we've got an animal expert among our prisoners."

"You aren't suggesting I share potentially sensitive information with a Bogknight, I trust," Crosswinds says.

"Oh, no, of course not. Just that maybe someone, like his pen pal Shrike, could have a talk with him about, I don't know, the nesting habits of mallows. Or whatever."

Crosswinds nods.

"I'll stop by Shrike's room, then. Should be on the way to the Council chamber. There shouldn't be anything else I have to do before giving them my report, right?"

You can tell right away that question's not nearly as rhetorical as it sounds. And you don't think Crosswinds is just stalling; they want to check if you've got any doubts about giving this info to any Council members.

Well. Off the top of your head, you don't see why you would... but maybe you should give this a little thought first.