Swamped

"Well, first off, Marshall needs a mask," you say. Crosswinds holds up a hand.

"Already took care of it, here's the confiscated mask. Had a hunch it might be needed."

"Great. You follow Marshall and pass it along, then. I see a bend where Rider might have gone down, so I'll take that route."

"Got it. And then what?"

"We'll work that out when we catch up to Rider. Seriously, I can't think that far ahead right now."

"Best of luck to you, then."

Crosswinds rushes off, and you turn down the hall. The trail is getting thinner; either you've taken the wrong way or Rider's shaking off a lot of sand.

You hope he hasn't caught the fever, too. That's the last thing you need.

"Rider? When the hell did you get back? Do you have any idea how much..."

That's Claws' voice. You run towards it.

"I'm not back. We'll talk when I am."

"What the... Where are you going? We've got a crisis here! We can't afford to be down a councilor!"

"Then pick Mudviper. We all know she's the best choice."

"She's not... get back here!"

The argument continues long enough for you to approach. And now you have yet another problem.

Claws has joined the chase, and you doubt you can talk her into leaving Marshall alone if the others catch up. Rider might be more persuasive, but he clearly has other things on his mind.

So how the hell do you deal with this?