Swamped

You dig around a bit and find a black robe.

"How's this?"

"That looks like someone's bathrobe with the trim cut off."

"Hmm, so it does," you mutter. "But as long as no one gets too close, they shouldn't be able to tell the difference. That's probably how they use it on stage, anyways."

You help Rider put it on, over his armor but under his cloak. Now he looks a little more like a shade. It's not much, but it's better than a bedsheet with eyes poked in it.

"Maybe there's something I can use to add to the illusion," you mutter. But then you feel Rider lifting you up.

"We don't have time. Strings should have been back by now."

He puts you in a sack and slings it over his shoulder.

"I apologize for the indignity, but I'd prefer that we not get separated. Just tell me what the compass says when I ask."

Ugh. This is unpleasant, but at least you'll get back home in less than an hour if all goes well. So, you can go along with it for now.

You guide Rider through the halls, and suddenly the compass needle starts moving wildly.

"I think we're here," you whisper. You peek out of the sack and see... a fairly ordinary hallway.

The compass' glow is just getting noticeable.

"Good. Only a few of our soldiers have rooms near here; there shouldn't be that many people to avoid." Rider pauses. "Now there's just the matter of the book. Perhaps I should go myself... but then again, I'd risk being spotted, and Strings might already be on her way back with it."

He seems to be having trouble making up his mind. Do you have any thoughts to offer him?