"I suppose given how illegal killing babies around here is you don't have stats on whether slaves go to Hell for their owners murdering their baby."

"Is that the most apt comparison?"

"Bought, sold, returned for refunds if they don't perform, power of life and death over 'em, the whole cave of bats."

They all look quite disconcerted at this. 

"So why are you...against slavery."

"...because it's horrible?"

"That's just not usually a position people arrive at when it's everywhere."

"Well, most people are kind of boring and the way people are boring is they do whatever's everywhere. Obviously I'm not doing that."

Snort. "Well, I like her."

"Who could've guessed," Fazil says. "We were going to go out to pick up the rest of the supplies we'll need; want us to grab anything for you?"

"You'll probably get a way better price on rations than me. I'm not picky and I'll pay you back. Or in advance, if you like."

"If you eat the same things as humans you can pay us back later."

"I've gotten used to surface food at this point, yeah."

"All right. We'll catch you this evening, then."

"Here?"

"Yes."

"See you then."

"See you then!"

They head out.

Elsewhere in the tavern, the arm wrestling match has devolved into a drunken argument and someone is reading tarot cards and someone is counting out an astonishing sum of money and some people are passing around a magic item that makes you levitate six inches off the ground and bob up and down.

Any chance of a go at the crystal ball?

For two hundred gold, sure.

"Highway robbery, you've been passing it around so much a kitten'd throw it off half the time by now."

One hundred.

"For two tries in a row I'll give you eighty."

Deal.

She pays up and she looks. Twice.

Doesn't work.

She sighs and heads out, casting Penumbra before she steps onto the street, and looks for cheap lunch.