"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"We could drag someone off the ship and ask. We could go back to the girl in Saint Hadassah's and ask her. We could go to Cheliax and try to figure out what they're gearing up for and who they're selling to. We could report in to Fazil's contact that we have the proof our Taldane contacts need to exonerate us and we're going to bring the ship in, and see if they stop us -"
"Could be over our level? Not these guys maybe but somebody who'd swoop in like whoever scries candle guy?"
She observes the boat to see if it'll do anything else in response to the Osirian vessel.
"This is starting to remind me of annoying logic puzzles about what a bunch of people know about what everybody else knows."
"I guess we should wait until it reaches Taldor and then - report in. Maybe ask politely for a little more information."
"Convenient that Osiriani has a one-word please. In drow it's three so our Sendings are very brusque. In Elven it's four unless you abbreviate! Probably my surface Elven's out of date though. Or maliciously erroneous depending on where my teacher learned it."
"Well. In the morning I'll ask if there's someone we should report to in Andoran or in Absalom and what to do if the ship attacks or is attacked, please."