Swamped

"Right, let's leave it at that for now," you say. "There's more to look into here - and if an officer of Ash's standing is involved, it'll be very risky to. So, I'd advise not saying too much about it to anyone else, not before we've got proof."

"That's about what I was already doing," Mark grumbles. "Except I wasn't really looking for proof. If I get on the Guild's bad side, there's a lot of people back home they could hurt, after all."

That is a worry.

"Well, then. I'll just have to make sure I take on the riskier stuff for you. But I'll still be looking for some help."

"I suppose I'll do what I can," Mark sighs. "But you be careful, all right? The Guild's reach extends pretty far, after all."

"Not a problem. I'll see you later."

You step out. But you've got one more stop.

The Postmaster isn't really expecting a report before tomorrow. But you think you want to give him a heads-up.

You start making your way over to the roost. It's not all that eventful, you've snuck over here late at night plenty of times before. You spot the ladder no more than fifteen minutes later.

At which point you also spot someone climbing up the ladder. Someone with rather distinctive boots.

Either this Elize has started a fashion trend or she gets around the base almost as much as you do. Whichever it is, you should probably have a plan for what you're going to do next.