Swamped

Well. The easiest way to start is to get on with what you were supposed to be doing.

"Actually, while I've got your attention... Did you hand anything over to be cleaned? There's a few items we're a bit unclear on the owners of."

"Who would 'we' be?" she asks. It's not really an accusing tone, more like she wants to know how you fit into this.

"Ah. Well, I'm sort of a volunteer. Not very good at this, admittedly, but they're pretty shorthanded." You shrug. "And this is a simple enough task to do, so it might as well go to a fool like me rather than a nurse. So, er, did you hand anything over?"

"Nothing important. Just my scarf." She looks to the side a little. "Got three more like it at home, so don't bother yourself looking for it."

"Ah, I don't believe we were having trouble with that one. I'm sure we'll get it back to you. But if there's any problem with a scarf, I'll check if it's yours."

"Not necessary, but thanks all the same. Now, come along you two. Let's get Oscar to a bed."

She helps Oscar up, and the other grebling hides behind her. You lean down a bit, trying to put on your most apologetic face.

"Really sorry about that, both of you. I got the wrong idea."

"Rest assured, they'll be hearing from me about this once Oscar's recovered," the older woman replies. "I told them to leave you alone, but the minute I took my eyes away, they think it's fine to pretend they're a tracking party."

"I'm sorry for frightening them."

"Sasku macha!" the younger grebling shouts.

"You're not helping, Dorrie," sighs the older woman. "Come along, now, and help me hold up Oscar."

They walk off, leaving you to your own devices. May as well head to the wizard, then.

You manage to avoid any more diversions on the way, fortunately. When you arrive, the doctor isn't around - he probably has other patients to see, though.

The wizard, however, looks annoyed.

"Keep some distance. If we get too close, I get confused about which conversation we're having."

"Which conversation?" you ask, scratching your head, and backing away a little.

"Ah. If you're confused, then it must be the one where I try to explain things." He frowns. "No, wait, I don't have a chance to explain right away. First I need you to get to the meeting, since I can't make it. After that I'll try to explain things."

"What meeting is this?" a voice asks. You glance behind you - it's Minnie. "And when were you planning on telling me you were meeting the wizard, at that?"

"I was going to tell him about you first. This is Minnie Laikenne."

You're now the wizard.

You're seeing several conversations with the man in purple over the course of a few hours all at once. The current one is at least more in focus at this distance, so you're fairly sure that you're being introduced to Minnie Laikenne.

You've been hoping to meet her for a while, so you've had some time to think about what you want to ask first.