Swamped

"It's not that big of a problem," you reply. "There were some people with masks causing trouble in the theater. I managed to grab one while I was there."

Everyone looks very concerned all of a sudden.

"Wait. People with masks?" Burgundy asks. He looks even more serious than usual. "Where did they get them? Ours aren't exactly commonplace. Don't even know of any other army that has 'em."

"Can you show it to us?" the woman who heard the call asks. "It might offer us some clue as to who they are."

Hmm, that's worrisome. It might look a bit suspicious if you show them one that matches the color of your armor, and it wouldn't actually offer any help, since it's from the future.

But there's an easy bluff.

"Should be in my pouch..." You reach in and look worried. "Well, damn. My pocket's been picked."

"So you'll be needing a spare mask after all," Burgundy says. And everyone still looks reluctant.

"Actually... I might know who picked it. I'll go hunt 'em down."

"Best you hurry outside after doing that," Minnie adds. "It'll be best if we get the scouting started as soon as we can."

"Yeah, good point," you agree. "I can show you the mask afterwards."

Or maybe Minnie can. The important thing is that you don't have to show the Bogknights your Marshguard mask right now. You run off before they can ask too many questions. Then, once you're sure you're out of sight, you head for the front door.

You get your mask on. But before you open the door, you listen through it, just in case someone's waiting out there.

You don't hear any voices, but you do hear something unusual.