"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"There wasn't a note laid out next to the candle or anything but could be that the clothes he had laid out meant something."
"The answer was just 'acknowledged', which is pretty typical, they'll presumably have to inform someone who can decide what to do."
"I find it hard to imagine we'd get orders I didn't wholeheartedly approve of. They'll want to prevent a war in the Inner Sea, and so do we."
"I'm all for preventing wars on the Inner Sea but supposing your orders somehow result in us needing to part ways what becomes of the magic carpet while we are over the sea?"
"You might have to stick with us until we reach land but that's only a couple hours. I guess you could sneak aboard the ship if you'd rather."
"I was wondering about the case where you are ordered to do something that continues to be over the sea for more than a couple hours, if you'd be recalled straight home no problem."
"I'd be really surprised if they asked us to stay out here with a Sending's worth of instruction doing something weird enough that we'd reasonably have reservations."
"I don't mind talking to politicians, or potentially even doing jobs for 'em, I just don't want to be drafted!"
"I don't - super want to have this fight when it may not even be necessary - but if a Chelish conquest of Andoran is at stake I would actually expect you to get it together and smile at the politicians," he says to Hagan.
"Not - entirely lying - about the regional governor who'd kill me if he saw me."
"Wow. Uh, can you get perhaps three inches closer to the truth, maybe I'll have a clever idea -"
"I will be recognized if we go hobnob in Sothis and this will not advance any of your goals. Probably."