Swamped

"Hang on. Where are you going to keep me? A prison cell? Under the floor here?"

Crosswinds doesn't reply.

"Hey, this is important. I got attacked by a greatrat. You don't want me stuck somewhere they can get at me, do you? Even if my hands weren't bound, I'm no fighter."

"Just follow me," they grumble. "The whole thing should be sorted out in a few hours."

"Is there at least a window? Wouldn't mind having some light."

"And, no doubt, a launching point for those glider-wings of yours."

Well. There goes that plan.

"I was hoping you hadn't noticed those."

"Look, I want you out of here almost as much as you want to leave. But I got my orders and, however unfair they may seem to you, they're not dumb enough for me to say screw that. If that changes, I'll rush you right out of here, but until then, you're just going to have to sit tight."

And you still don't even know why. You try a few more protests, but Crosswinds doesn't even respond.

Finally, you emerge in the kitchen, where Keeper is already waiting.

"Keeper, here's your new friend. Take good care of her, got it?"

Keeper just grumbles something as he starts mixing leaves in his bowl. He doesn't seem enthused about this - well, you can't say you are either.

"Right. That's it," Crosswinds says. "Don't leave here, you'll just get stupid rumors started. I'll see you when it's time to escort you out."

And with that, Crosswinds dives back under the floor. You think you hear the faint click of a latch, so going down that way is out.

Now what?