Swamped

You don't see a need to share your real name.

"Vivian Dorret," you say. "And all I want is to leave this damned swamp."

"You got a funny way of leavin'," Crosswinds says. "If you don't want to be here, hidin' under the floorboards isn't the way to get out. So how'd you get in here?"

"What does it matter? Maybe I'm a wizard testing a transportation spell. Maybe I've got a terrible sense of direction."

"Or maybe you're a spy," Crosswinds says. "And not one for the Bogknights - they wouldn't send a grebling without warning 'em about me."

Despite everything, you find yourself wondering who else would bother spying on a bunch of soldiers in a swamp. But you can't really concern yourself with that at the moment; right now, you need to convince Crosswinds that you're not a spy.

How can you do that?