Swamped

You decide to be as honest as you can. It's not as if they can ask the Marshguards about you. You're still unsure about revealing you're from the future, but they're also unlikely to ask.

"My name is Corvus, I'm a squad leader with the Marshguards, and I have no idea. I took a slicer to the head and then I was here." You give an awkward shrug. "Might be magic involved. Or maybe the gods decided to mess with me. Can't say for sure what happened."

Swallow looks more than a little skeptical.

"That name just means 'Crow', I've never heard of the Marshguards, and Donnie just checked on you and didn't find any signs of a head injury."

Well, this is off to a wonderful start. Maybe you should just tell her you're from the future after all, it's not like you have much credibility left to hurt.

You briefly consider mentioning the Rider of the Swamp. But it's only about three years after the Kandrian revolution. Rider's not likely to be the legend he is in your day yet.

But hang on. You know someone who ought to be, don't you.

"You may not have heard of the Marshguards, but surely you've heard of the infamous outlaw Silver."

She looks a bit more intrigued. Or, more of amused, really.

"The one who stole a fortune and then vanished five years ago? Yeah. What? You going to tell me he's your father or something?"

"No. Just my commanding officer. That's who the Marshguards are, a band of exiles and outcasts, with no place to go but the swamp. Silver's among them. And we give ourselves new names when we arrive, that's why I'm Corvus."

"Right," Swallow says, clearly unconvinced. "So you tell me that you know the answer to one of the great mysteries of our age, and you expect me to think this makes your story more credible. You got any proof of any of this?"

Hells, with how this is going, you might be in better shape if you'd clammed up. What now?