"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Maybe a decade ago someone was like 'we will have visiting hours every day' and everyone is virtuously obeying them."
"Man, I have complicated feelings about what literally everybody decides to do with their lives, maybe all their other options were worse or something. It does sound like it sucks for you to be here but I hear they have an eighty-eight percent success rate and I assume that means Axis, you probably have an even better chance of getting that or Boneyard or Maelstrom. Or Nirvana if you get a decent advocate."
"Faster than this nonsense. Why were you in the piracy etcetera business to begin with?"
"I hear sometimes people want information. I dunno if it'd be useful but if you don't mind saying..."
"One of the boys who got captured, thus arranging their way out and not mine, but then why kill me? People we'd screwed over recently -" she lists some, counting off her fingers. "Thought it might be the Osirians, if they wanted something from me, but they haven't done anything but stick me in their stupid monastery and give me some lectures about womanhood and lawfulness and obedience and so on."