"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Some people do that. Some people hire a matchmaker, they get to know lots of men and women and try to guess who'll be suitable. Friends in the church have started mentioning daughters to me, when I'm in town."
"I wonder how they get into the line of work. Set up all their grandkids and get antsy when they've married off the last one and don't have great-grandkids yet?"
"I think friends go to them for advice informally, and then word gets out that the matches worked out well, and then enough people want their advice they start charging for it. But I don't really know. We couldn't afford that for my sisters."
"For my oldest sister we had a widowed neighbor - neighbor was ideal because she could still watch the younger kids - and then by the time my second sister needed arrangements I was better established in the church and could mention her to people. Got her settled and then started my life as an adventurer."
"Gave them my ring of sustenance, a while back. Helps a lot with babies, they share it between them depending who's got a new one."
"Would've sounded like a pretty wild amount to me too. My mom was actually a sorcerer too but didn't level far and didn't have the business sense to do much with it, plus her family took most of what she did earn."