Swamped

"I'm sure some of those sailors wanted a union like they said, but there's too many of Drake's cronies for that to be the real plan here."

"Drake? You'll have to refresh my memory on who that is. One of the sailors?"

"Not hardly, he'd probably drop dead if he actually had to set foot on a ship. I'm talking Emil Drake, the Justice Minister of Lansor. Pretty sure you've met him. Pompous, muscular fellow. Always going on about how his police officers are keeping things under control. Last I saw him, his arm was in a sling."

"Sounds a little familiar, but I can't say anything he said stood out to me."

"Ha! Not surprising. They call him Lansor's finest, but he acts more like Lansor's dynast. Thinks himself above everyone, and that he'll be running the whole show soon enough. I suppose he could be by now, it has been six months."

"And he's got sailors on this ship?"

"Not that surprising, Wiz. Every bigwig in Lansor's done the same thing. But most of them just want their people around so they can claim a share of the glory if we succeed. I've come to think Drake wants something more than that. For one, it's looking like there are more sailors working for him than we already knew about."

Drake was at the naming ceremony. He talked your ear off without saying anything of substance, as far as you could tell, which was why you'd put the whole thing out of mind. Resk must think the other attendees are the likely suspects.

You can't see why he'd want the messenger to ask you about that, though, especially when he worded it in such a confusing way. You don't have any particular insight on it.

Though it does remind you that Resk pays more attention to the political situation than you do. Maybe he has some idea who Alexander Long is. You should definitely get to the bridge and pass the message along, since it's apparently the main reason the man was sent here.

But first, you've got one more thing to take care of here.