"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"I think lots of people are legitimately having a really positive experience, even if they'd probably choose to have fewer if it were their choice."
"Her given name is Abada. She was going by the Dread Dagger, when arrested."
"Hey, Belmarniss is my real name. It does mean 'bottomless pit' but that's just how drow names are, man."
"Met a guy the other day who claimed he was the resurrection of Aroden. He had the same beard as the one portrait in most Osirion history books, that was the only resemblance."
"When I started adventuring there was this asshat who claimed that his family was eaten by the Tarrasque."
"Investors are all very dense and I don't understand how the industry survives. Someday the money will stop flowing and everyone will have to get day jobs."
"The returns are quite good when they don't get wiped out by legal problems or party deaths, but those happen often enough to make the overall returns worse than for shipping. - at least, worse than for shipping when there's not a weirdly organized pirate ring on the seas."
"That's a good question. I ...think so. As are various governments with interests both in adventuring and in having a population of high-level retired adventurers."
"So they can put you to work, if we're ever invaded. Plus the crown is the most significant purchaser of the most sophisticated magic items. And they need people who can scry, for all those afterlife statistics."
"I want to sell Teleports. Make 900 gold once a week, spend the rest of my time picking up a literature hobby or something -"