"Searching the tunnels is nearly impossible."

"We're doing it."

"Hagan's doing it. And not for people who're trying not to be found."

"I'm mapping as we go, it'll be easy on the way out."

"There you go, the government just needs to employ drow."

"I guess it'd be good for her lawfulness," he says doubtfully.

"You think so? I'm not sure being employed by the government would be good for my lawfulness. I suppose at the granularity that matters I can't get any worse."

"Why would being employed by the government be bad for your lawfulness."

"Oh, suppose they told me to do something and I didn't want to do it? That would just be awful. They're so much less likely to tell me to do things if they aren't trying to pay me to do them."

Snort.

They catch up to the slavers that evening. Raised voices can be heard from a good distance away.

"I hope they're glad to see us," she remarks. "For certain values of 'see' - what does dark look like to you -"

"What do you see when you close your eyes?"

"The inside of my eyelids. Blood vessels and stuff."

"Huh. Have you had the spell Blindness cast on you?"

"The shorter term version. Also I can't see for a bit if I step into the sunshine without taking precautions. But it looks like light."

" - huh! Well then I haven't the slightest idea how to describe it. It ...looks like everything is a black thing of a uniform shade and distance and texture, I guess."

"Like if you dropped a black blanket over your face?"

"Sure, yeah. A very thick one."

"Huh!"

He listens to the yelling for another second. "All right, let's go say hello."

"Mm-hm." Onward towards the slave caravan.

The slavers are in fact happy to see them, or at least relieved; they do a lot of complaining about their guild having agreed to forfeit their goods but grudgingly admit they are entirely lost and need an escort out.

Belmarniss goes looking for the slave who was having a bad time of it and anybody else she should draw Fazil's attention to.