Swamped

You decide to make a hole. You'll start with a small one.

First, you crawl around until you reach a spot where the footsteps are quieter. Hopefully, that means you're under a wall.

Then you start scratching at the planks until you can start hearing some voices.

"...Rider's gone? You pullin' my leg?"

"It's true! While we were bustin' our rear ends in the Thornbrushes, he picked a fight with Captain Long and then they both disappeared."

"Damn. Last night was an even worse disaster than I thought."

This isn't going well. You've got no idea what they're talking about.

"So wait, who's takin' over for Rider? It's not Mudviper, is it? She's the one who got us huntin' for spies in there in the first place."

"Don't worry. Razor's sure to give her what-for. Don't know who else it could be, though. Ha, maybe I should try for it."

"You? Yeah, right. They'd put Corvus on the council sooner than you."

Corvus? Wait, that's a name you recognize. Not that it does you any good.

"Oh gods, that would be a disaster. You think that's funny? You were never on a squad with him. I'll eat my mudpike if that fool makes the Council."

"Speak of the devil, here he comes now. Why don't you tell him what you think?"

Hang on, maybe this will be useful after all. You risk a quick peek through your hole to see if you can catch a glimpse of this Corvus.

And you do. He seems to be leading a group of six down the hall, including the two girls you saw earlier.

This would be very convenient if you could somehow get their attention without drawing notice from anyone else. But that's a tall order.

You try desperately to come up with an idea.