You suddenly remember hearing that Corvus was very stubborn about giving anything away when the Bogknights held him prisoner. That feels like so long ago, even though it’s barely been a week.
And, come to think of it, the Marshguards in general don’t go prying. Rivers said that earlier, didn’t she?
So it might not be so bad to ask Corvus for help.
“Actually, you might be able to help me with something,” you say, trying to figure out how to best ask this. “I need to consult with someone who can keep a secret.”
Corvus suddenly beams widely.
“Well. You don’t have to worry about that with me. I don’t go blabbing secrets to anyone. So, feel free to talk to me about whatever it is.” He pauses. “Except I really ought to talk to Rivers first. And, well, we probably ought to head somewhere more secluded if you want to avoid eavesdroppers. Oh, I’ve got it. Pubert’s wagon, that should be harder to hear through than these tents.”
“Right, I’ll meet you there,” you say.
“Shouldn’t be long. I just need to find someone who knows which of these tents is Max’s.”
You hope he can read Kandrian, or whatever this is. Well, even if he can’t, he might have some ideas about what you should do with it.
You head over to the wagon to wait. Except, as you approach it, you think you see something odd.
Suggestions:
Some sort of magic residue on the wagon. Was this thing near wizards recently?