"Uh, I - uh.

Okay."

"I wish I had better news for you. Do you have a notion where you're going?"

"You mean when I die?"

"Yeah. Drow all get the Abyss no matter if we're lovely people or not for historical reasons but you're not a drow."

"'The Abyss' as in, what, hell or something?"

"No, Hell's for Lawful Evil, we're Chaotic Evil."

"What religion is this?  Sorry."

"Around here people mostly go in for Nocticula but you get shrines to Abraxas, Zura, Shax, farmers like Cyth-V'sug. Socothbenoth's controversial. - Drow prefer demon lords to full-fledged gods, they're more relatable, I do also know the names of some regular gods if that would help you triangulate at all. Do they have totally different gods on Earth?"

"...You said this might do names wrong, but I think so.  Um, I don't know that much about religions with lots of gods.  And I don't know of any with the lawful chaotic thing."

"Huh. Good and evil translate okay? I think Golarion is particularly contentious because it's got the Destroyer trapped in it, maybe on Earth all the Good gods got away with a coalition faith and elide the law/chaos axis, that's the sort of thing that's probably happening somewhere..."

"Maybe.  They all translate fine, I just hadn't heard of two of them being related to this."

"Nine alignments, nine afterlives. - nine main afterlives and probably some oddball demiplane situations. Chaotic evil, the Abyss, neutral evil Abaddon, lawful evil Hell; chaotic neutral the Maelstrom; double neutral the Boneyard; lawful neutral Axis; chaotic good Elysium; neutral good Nirvana; lawful good Heaven."

"I definitely don't know which of those I could go to, if it's any of them."

"Well, then I guess you should stay alive and try to rack up good deeds, only I don't know there's much scope for you to do those down here."

"Okay.  I - can try and be worth it to feed.  I like cleaning; I can, um, pay bills or whatever..."

"What, do you have a bunch of gold in your bag along with the surface food?"

"No, sorry, I just meant the, um, chore of it.  Maybe you don't do things like that here."  The cash he was bringing to Forks is in his other bag, and it's probably useless here anyway.  Better for his parents to have it.

"The... chore of paying for things? Do you mean, like, shopping?"

"That too.  I think you probably don't have the thing I meant here."

"Cleaning I mostly do myself since I have magic, but the halflings take care of the nightsoil pot - I don't know about upstairs but down here it's valuable, farmers buy it - shopping you'd get ripped off. I may wind up needing to lend you to my mom at least often enough to keep up appearances. She's not bad as they go and she's got a spell that's good for hauling work, she could have you loading and unloading."

"Sure.  I mean, I'm not actually strong, at all, but I can try it."

"...how not-strong are we talking about. Like, if you wanted to, could you pick me up and put me down someplace a few feet away."

"I, uh, well, could try that too?"  He shifts on his bag, unsure of whether to stand up.

"I'm not telling you to do it, I just want to know if you're too weak to pull it off if you were trying."

"I don't know."