"Half the chapels don't have roofs."

"Huh, I wonder why. He's not a sun god."

"Ah, see, it's character-building."

"Sunburn is? - do humans sunburn?"

"Yeah. Uh, if we're showing any skin, which we shouldn't be, as it'd tempt men if there were any."

"...but in fact there aren't any. I... guess the whole point is pointless rules."

"Yup. I guess that one's really not pointless, because of sunburn."

"There you go then. That's why I stay wrapped up."

"I heard drow can't live on the surface at all."

"You do have that enormous fire sphere overhead, but we can compensate if we have to."

Snort. "I also hear with drow, the women rule."

"Yup. Drow men're effectively slaves in hats."

"Nice."

"If you like that sort of thing. I admit I like not myself being a slave in a hat."

"I just figure turnabout's fair play."

"Then wouldn't it be fairest if halflings were running the show?"

Snort. "Sure, why not."

"You remember anything about my list?"

"Why do you want known associates? Scrying?"

"Right in one."

"Maybe bring me breakfast every day and I'll give you names."

"For how long?"

"Long as I've got names."

"What, one name per breakfast?"

"You've got it."