Swamped

Something's been bothering you about Resk. It's probably the way he doesn't seem particuarly thrown off by all the weird stuff going on here.

Part of that may just be because he tries to project an air of authority. But you can't shake the feeling that he knows things he's not telling you.

"Mind if I go with you?" you ask him as he steps out. "I have a few questions of my own."

He shrugs.

"The Captain seems fine with you running around, and I certainly don't object to being able to keep an eye on you myself."

He walks out, and you follow. On the way, you try to narrow down just what's been getting to you.

It's the chicken foot. He seemed to settle on that way too fast. Maybe it wasn't anything special at all - then again, it did make the bug-thing break apart, and it's hard to believe it could do that if it's just an ordinary severed foot.

"Why'd you think the chicken's foot might be causing the bird noises?" you ask suddenly. "Like you said at the time, it wasn't either of the birds we were hearing."

"I found a dead chicken earlier, in an especially strange place," he replies. "Didn't have time to look closely at it for a while, but when I did, it was missing its foot. So when I see a foot turn up in the midst of some sailors who, according to you, have been doing some strange chants, well, pardon me for thinking it's not a coincidence."

Hmm. Maybe he's not hiding anything after all? Maybe he just didn't see a particular need to share that, and he's been too busy to get you up to speed.

"Might be good to compare notes, then," you reply. "Did you find anything else of note?"

"Aside from the unknown soldier, a merperson who looked just like a VIP we've got on board, and some unconscious sailors in the same area? It's been a very strange day already," he says. Sounds a little annoyed, even. "Why, does any of that give you thoughts?"

"A merperson?" you ask incredulously.

"That's our best guess as to what she is. There were some other oddities I saw, but I already talked to Wiz about them and I'd rather not repeat myself too much. But I suppose I can make you a list and you can ask him when you've got time." He starts pulling out a notepad, then pauses. "Assuming you can read Common, of course?"

"I can," you reply.

"Good, that makes things easier."

Funny. You saw him start to write just a moment before he asked. Almost like he already knows you can read Common. How would he have figured that out, though? You're not even sure you read anything since you've been here.

Maybe your suspicions were on-point after all. Maybe you can catch him off guard somehow and be more sure.