Swamped

"We didn't think twice, we didn't play nice," he sings. "Now we've paid the price, we're on thin ice. And we'll sink to the bottom of the sea."

"Pardon?" you ask.

"Oh, it's a sea shanty I remembered. The chorus, anyways. The whole song is a lot longer. It's about a ship that sailed to the far north and sank when it hit an iceberg. First thing that popped into my head."

And it uses the exact words "on thin ice". Was Qlat warning you about a ship? The Golem, perhaps?

But you hear a faint sound, an unusual one. You quickly move to investigate it.

And you find a man in a nearby bed, holding an ear trumpet and in a state of panic.

"No... Not the ice! No!" he mutters to himself.

This must be the eavesdropper. You feel bad for him - he might just be a curious soul, and by sheer bad luck - and a little divine intervention - he heard something that haunted him.

Wait. You spot something on his bedside table. Something that suggests this was more than simple curiosity.