Swamped

You open the door just a little bit.

"Mortimer?" you ask.

You know, maybe it's not the same lizard. You also aren't sure if Mortimer is its name - you just remember it offering the name unprompted when you tried to greet it. But it'll probably react to that either way.

"Don't know any Mortimer!" a voice calls back. "Now please leave me alone, I'm busy."

That's extremely strange, considering there's only three employees here right now and the voice doesn't sound like any of them.

"Busy, you say. Doing what, exactly?"

"Taking inventory! With all the commotion, it's important to make sure things don't get lost."

Taking inventory doesn't sound like something a volunteer would be doing. They wouldn't know what's supposed to be there, after all.

"I'll just check what the doctor has to say about that," you reply. Backing down too soon would seem suspicious, but you want to make him think you're gone.

You take a few steps away, without closing the door, then you slip into the nearby latrine and find a spot where you can see it. You want to see if your little suspicious person closes the door, or makes a run for it.

He pokes his head out and looks around. And you barely suppress the urge to shout as you recognize him.

It's the damn wizard from the airship, and he looks just as old as when you saw him in the future. What in the hells? Has he stopped himself from aging, or did he follow you here with time magic somehow?

Well, whatever the story, he quickly goes back in and shuts the door. He must be looking for something in there.

You've got a chance to get the drop on him... but a wizard isn't someone to take lightly. You need to think very carefully about what you're going to do.