Swamped

"You were outside a little while ago, right? How was the weather?"

You think you shivered a little. Which, you realize, is why he asked. He's trying to see if the subject of the weather is upsetting.

You really don't like him now. On the other hand, the other Bogknights are looking at him as though he just swore in a church, so you're probably not alone in that.

But you're a quick thinker.

"Clear, thank goodness. Don't know what I'd do if there were heavy fog on a night like this."

That should offer another excuse for your nervous twitches. Swamp rain isn't the only weather-related trauma, after all. And the goodwill he's lost among his fellows will hopefully discourage them from asking too closely.

He looks slightly disappointed, and you don't think he's lost even the tiniest ounce of suspicion. But he also seems to realize how much that gamble hurt his reputation.

"Sorry," he says, very insincerely. "Stupid question. Never mind."

He's not so much backing down as he is picking his battles. He's sure to try to catch you out later.

"Is it settled, then?" Burgundy asks. There's some more murmuring, but everyone else seems to nod. "Right, then. I'll hand my mask off so you can go out safely." He pulls one out from a backpack - it looks quite a bit larger than the ones you're used to. "Anyone else got one to spare?"

You catch a twinkle in the suspicious Bogknight's eye. If you say you've got a mask, he's sure to jump on that.

But reading the crowd, you don't think anyone else is willing to trust their mask to you. So you'll either need to be a bit more persuasive, or give a good explanation for why you've got one already.