Swamped

"I don't like staying in here," someone grumbles. "We've got masks, and we know how to fight. Why don't we go out there and stop whoever's got the gas?"

Nobody's got a uniform, but they're probably Bogknights.

"Numbers," says Burgundy. "There ain't that many of us. Not to mention we ain't all in the best of shape. Plus, if we provoke the enemy, they might get more desperate and it's the civvies who'll take the brunt of whatever they do next."

"Well what are we supposed to do? Hole up in here until they go away?"

"You think they're going to keep this up past daybreak? The town guard'll be on them by then," Burgundy replies. "Don't see why you're so impatient, we've all waited out worse than this. In a much worse place, at that."

"Look," Minnie interjects. "I get what he's saying. He wants to help, not just sit around. And I can help, too. I can scout around and figure out just how many of them are out here, and if they've got any tricks other than the gas. Then I can come back and tell you all, and you can work out if it's a force you can take."

"Now hold on," says the Bogknight. "Who exactly are you? And why would you be a better scout than me?"

"She's an actor," you reply. "So if she gets caught, she can talk her way out of trouble."

You suddenly realize you have several Bogknights staring right at you.

"I'm an actor, too," you explain quickly. "Ended up coming here in costume. Funny story about that..."

"Looks awfully good for a costume," one of the Bogknights mutters. "Hells, looks better than our stuff."

"Way better than what the Marshguards have, though," says another. "The color must just be a coincidence. If they had something that good, they'd use it. And it's not like they can go on leave."

There's some murmuring. It's interrupted when Minnie speaks up.

"What's a Marshguard?"

"Criminal scum, for the most part," says Burgundy. "They hide out in a fortress in the swamp. Though really, it's more like a prison, only run by the inmates."

Whatever doubt you had this was Burgundy, it's been erased. Sounds very much like the sort of thing he was known for saying.

You think it would be best to try to take this conversation in a different direction. Preferably one that lets the two of you get out of here.