Swamped

It sounds a bit like a bird squawking. Except, it's not any bird you've ever heard before, and you've heard quite a few in your lifetime. Your mentor in wizardry kept quite the assortment, and she often had you feeding them.

Listening a bit more closely, you think it sounds like someone trying to imitate a bird. A signal to an accomplice? Or are you just overhearing someone who likes to make noise?

Well, if it is a signal, you'd expect to hear another one in response.

As the thought crosses your mind, you hear a very loud barking that also sounds a little off. Well. That's probably not coincidence.

What if you've been spotted? Maybe a scout saw you and called out a warning. In which case, you might be in trouble. You head back into the shadows...

And feel a very strong grip on your shoulders.

"Hmm. An officer. Don't recognize you. Better have the password ready, or there'll be trouble."

Officer? Oh, right, you put on Resk's hat without really thinking about it when you got dressed.

Which seems to be a stroke of luck. You might not have the password, but at least you've given him a moment's pause. Hopefully you can think of a good way to make use of the time.