Swamped

"I was hiding because I didn't want soldiers knocking me out and tying me to a bedpost."

"Fair," Crosswinds says. "But see, here's the thing that's really been bothering me." They hold up your mask. "For someone who doesn't want to be in the swamp, you sure are well-equipped for it."

Urgh. Well, there's not much sense in hiding the reason behind that.

"It's actually designed for the desert," you say. "It's just that a suit which protects against the harsh desert winds is also pretty good against the waters of the swamp."

"The desert, you say." Crosswinds looks thoughtful, though you can't tell if that's good for you or bad.

"Yes. What of it?"

"Maybe somethin', maybe nothin'. So let's talk about what I found on you, hmm? A pouch of mistflower, for one. Interesting fact - we found some mistflower in here last night, after someone tried to make us think there was a fire. And up until right now, we thought one of the prisoners had done it."

"Wasn't me," you say. "I wasn't here last night."

"How about the fire report from the swamp this morning? You going to tell me you didn't have anything to do with that, either?"

Well, here you're going to have to either own up or lie. How should you respond?