"I'm glad you think so!"

And they can keep on flying.

Belmarniss spends her spare time scribbling in what is presumably drow language in a notebook.

By midafternoon they haven't encountered anything of interest and Mahdi decides it's safe enough to burn a spell and takes off flying. He carries a paper target; Hagan shoots at it from the carpet. 

When he gets back he's in a notably better mood.

"Could run a scry, if you wanted. For your quest."

"Person I look for lately isn't really informative. Died when he was a baby."

"Some other reason?"

"My twin."

"Well, offer stands, if you want it."

"Yeah. If you don't mind."

"For sure. I don't have a ball, so it'll be an hour."

She nods.

And he attempts to scry for her twin.

She waits. She writes.

Eventually the scry fails.

Sigh. "Sorry. Second one of the day is for the people we're looking for. Yesterday that was completely useless, as it was totally dark, but I should look, in case it's changed..."

"...I mean, it won't stop me, I don't know if it'll stop your goggles but I went to a whole lot of wizard school in the dark and nobody ever said 'don't bother picking up Scry, you can't look at anything you care about that way unless they happen to be cooking right then'."

" - oh. That's - obvious, actually - spells work through the scry sometimes but not often, but if it's just your vision that's probably different -

- all right, let me cook this one up."

"Mm-hm."

And an hour later he has a scry on one of the people they're after. This one works; this is unsurprising, as he has a name and a possession and a picture and the lock of hair that the smuggler deposited with his guild. 

It's dark.

"Looks like they still have food. Guy's yelling at one of the slaves, a human one, I see some halflings too. There's a pretty beat-up looking slave sleeping it off. They've been in one place for a while, I see fruit peels and stuff piled up. Don't see anybody who looks dead or dying."

"That's good. Do we want to try a message -"

"I think so. Tell them their guild hired help, we're looking, where are they -"

Mahdi attempts this. He does not get a reply. "Think it failed. Ah well. We can try again tomorrow."

Belmarniss nods and flops onto her back to watch clouds go by through her goggles.

And night comes, and they sleep, and keep watch.

She lets her sleep schedule wander, drifts nearly nocturnal. During their copious downtime one morning after she's put her spellbook away and chewed through a breakfast ration she says, "I told you all about my babymurdering matriarchy and my dead twin and stuff, do I get your life stories or should I just figure you're all Ali M. Randomosirian?"