Swamped

"I've got a thought," Boris says suddenly. You forgot how quiet he tends to be at meetings.

"What is it?"

"Well, I was thinking about what Theodore said, and we can't really be sure we aren't dealing with a scientific genius either. Someone who'd know just how good some of our equipment is."

"We hardly have time to find that out," Theodore grumbles.

"No, no, sorry, my mind's wandering a bit. I was getting at, well, what do we know about this kidnapper?"

"Barely anything," you sigh.

"But not nothing. We know, for instance, that our kidnapper can write in Common Greb, because that's what the note is in. We also know that they've got very good sand-cloaks that are hard to spot against real sand. I doubt those are easy to come by."

"They aren't," Long agrees. "I've seen nothing like them when ordering equipment - not that it would be useful in the swamp, but I tend to glance over all my options and that would have stood out."

"And we know they've got the means to stay hidden out here in the desert," Boris continues. "Rudolph didn't spot a thing."

"Plus, they've got arrows," you say, holding up the one the note was attached to.

"Also a blade-disc. A most unusual weapon," Rider adds. "And, of course,that mark on the note is hardly common knowledge."

"One of them had a strange vial, too. We haven't had a chance to look at that yet," you say. "All right, I think that sums up everything we know, but what exactly are we supposed to make of all that?"