Swamped

"What about the sewer access?"

It takes you a moment to realize what he's saying.

"I'm afraid the doctor was light on details. He just sounded real worried, so I went along with it. Of course, I would pick the door that can't be easily locked..."

There's another brief pause.

"I'll keep watch here," the scarred man says. "You go check with him. Since he seems to know who you are."

Well. If he's who you think he is, he'll certainly be reliable. And this does get him out of your hair - seems he's bought your story enough to trust you.

"Right. Thanks. Um, I'll ask about the key to this door, too. He'll either know that or know who to ask."

You head off, and probably-Burgundy stands by the door. You feel a wave of relief. Even in his later years, he inspired the kind of fear among the Marshguards that Rider does among the Bogknights, and you can see why. You wonder what it would have done to their respective reputations if they'd ever fought.

But that's not really important right now. What's important is figuring out what's going on. You get back to the wizard's bed, and you hope the doctor hasn't run off. Or the wizard, for that matter.

Conveniently, they haven't. There's someone else here, though. You can't tell who it is, but they've got bandages all over their chest.

"What's all the commotion about? Why do we need to lock the place up?" the stranger asks.

"You shouldn't. You might strain yourself," says the doctor. "In fact, I recommend you get back to bed."

"How about you tell me why we're barricadin' ourselves first?"

Well, that would be useful information, but maybe you should try to get a word in edgewise and save the explanation for later.