Swamped

You can't come up with an actual plan, so you do what you've done all day when you've been desperate: you make bird calls.

"Is there a bird in there?" you hear the unseen Marshguard ask. Damn, they must not have moved far enough away yet.

"Don't have time to worry about it, can't keep Razor waiting," Crook says hurriedly.

"I can take over that for you..."

"No, it's quite all right, I volunteered for this, I'll see it through. Plus Razor might let me out faster if I've got laundry to pass along."

The cart moves for a while, then you feel someone reaching in.

"You're not a bird," Crook says.

"If you just put me down, I'll get out of your hair."

Crook seems to be weighing this.

"Now hang on a minute, I've got no idea who you are. I'm not letting a spy run loose..."

"You mean other than the one you're hiding in your laundry cart?"

Crook gives you a glare.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't see you checking."

"Waste of time, it's clearly a trick to get me to take my eye off you."

Well. You definitely don't want to deal with Razor again. How are you going to get out of this mess?