Swamped

"What do you mean?" Minnie grabs the page again and glances at it. "There's just a bunch of spots she's marked off."

"Yes. And they form a path, though it's a bit hard to spot with just your eyes unless you've stared at as many maps as I have." Your work with the navigator necessitated a fair amount of it. "You can make a path from spot to spot that's the same distance and angle. If you continue the pattern from the last point, it goes directly to the center of the festival grounds. It might even be that's the spot and the page itself is a key rather than a guide."

"In which case I'd need a wizard to use it," she grumbles. "And even if you're bluffing about not being able to use magic, it wouldn't be easy to get you there in your current condition."

"No. But I do have an appointment with someone who may be able to help you. And since I can't make it myself, you might as well take care of that for me." You rub your head - you're starting to lose track of the conversation. "Regardless, even if that's not the spot, the festival grounds are bound to be a source of trouble. It would be good to have a look at them anyway, and figure out just who you're dealing with."

"Problem with that. The hospital is locked down," the man in purple interjects. He's also saying several other things that he won't be saying for several minutes, or perhaps hours. "It's not going to be easy for us to get out for an appointment or an investigation. I might be able to persuade them to let me go out, but Minnie's got no protection from gas."

Ah, right. The warning you had issued. You'd forgotten that had already happened.

But fortunately, you can offer a solution.