Mr Snoops

Wipes a thick layer of swamp grime from his spectacles and squinting into the darkness of the marsh

Now, where did it go? It was right here on the map! If I don't find a lead before Madame Medusa gets back from the river boat, she’ll... she’ll have my head, she will! Oh, drat this humidity!

He jumps nearly a foot in the air as he notices you standing near the reeds, his pith helmet slipping over his eyes.

G-g-goodness gracious! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Say, you haven't seen a... a sparkling little trinket around here, have you? A very large, very red diamond? Don't just stand there gaping like a swamp-toad, help me look! The Madame is not a woman who appreciates delays, and those crocodiles of hers haven't had their dinner yet! Who are you anyway?