"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Am I going to get caught up into your spurious charges, coming into the mess at this hour?"
"I wouldn't visit Taldor until it's all resolved, assuming you get involved at all. But they're not going to come here for you."
"Two hundred for talking to her. If you want in on the whole mess, we're drawing a salary from Sothis and averaging twelve thousand when we stop a ship."
"Nice. I can probably walk on a boat these days, even, I got somebody to stick my cantrip to an anklet. I'll talk to her and then probably join up."
"We haven't got much more on her. We can give you the questions we had in the letter."
"It's really hard to guess that off her rap sheet. I guess use your best judgment?"
"Nice, I've been feeling the lack since last I rode it. When do you wanna leave, I'm between stuff right now."
"We can meet you at the Onyx. This place is a bit downscale but we didn't know how long we'd be waiting for you."
"What, am I the only woman you've ever met? Visiting a monastery isn't exactly high hazard pay stuff, you could've roped in somebody's sister."
"Are they, or is it just the sort of thing they worry will be socially unacceptable to be wailing and gnashing their teeth about? One does hear restrained complaints about labor and sleep deprivation and chafing and so on."