"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 knew a poor lady who'd rent out her husband by the hour, but it's not understood to be classy."
"It's foolproof, I don't know why more people don't do it that way. What idiot things are the idiots doing -"
"And they're real mad at your friends and maybe just taking their time getting around to you. If they wanted more of it, after you all get caught's not an opportune time to pressgang you into another fact-finding mission... so maybe the info wasn't good."
"Could be a good smokescreen, I don't actually know how my source knew where to find you. You want me to tell your jailors in case they can beef up security for if it gets around?"
"I think they're pretty serious about getting people into Axis and this is how they do it but if you don't want me to I won't."