Swamped

You can't make out most of the facial features, but the scar on the cheek stands out. You can't see clearly enough to be confident of the shape, but it's certainly a scar.

"I think someone with a scar on their cheek has one."

You're now Crow... er, Corvus, rather. And you're groaning internally. You really don't want to talk with Burgundy.

Although, it does make a little sense that he might have a mask. He seemed wary of your uniform, so he might already be with the Bogknights. He's not wearing a uniform, but he strikes you as the kind of person who might have brought a mask with him on leave. Just in case something happened where he needed it.

"I saw someone like that. Might be good to check up on him," you say noncommittally. Not that you particularly want to, but what other lead do you have?

You think you hear a sigh of relief from the wizard as you start walking away. You decide to begin your search by heading for the emergency exit, the last place you saw him.

And he's still there.

"Are the latrines blocked, then?" he asks.

"Yeah. Had to get cleaned up after that."

"Good. The door here is locked, too. I've got some comrades checking the windows, but I thought it best to stay here in case you or the nurses needed any more help."

Well, that's something of an opening. You aren't sure that just asking about a mask is going to work, though.