"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're not obliged not to tell Andoran, if we get more evidence and decide we should."
"Is there some policy explaining why they want to tell independent - well, mostly independent - adventurers not to interfere with this situation -"
"But they do want us to observe, not to, like, leave... so maybe they think they might want to do something suddenly?"
"Yeah. I guess if they think there'll probably be a war they might be talking through potential alliances with Andoran or something."
"I thought Abadar said no helping save the neutral good neighbors from Hell invading because war is bad."
"Abadar doesn't say we shouldn't have an army or a navy, because sometimes there are more wars if you don't look willing to defend your interests in them. ...I don't know. But there could be something like that going on, conceivably."
"Anything that might've looked like this at some point in the course of events happened before that you can think of?"
"Do they...have any money. I thought they were trying really hard to stop the Avistani infanticide thing and it was really overtaxing them."
"How generous of us. Maybe we're being asked to watch and observe while they hammer out the interest rates."
"Maybe just enough help that they work on having enough orphanages and not enough help that they fund a big campaign downstairs."
"Not recently. I knew somebody in school who managed to get out of town, some thirty years ago, when they showed up to kill all the drow where she lived before. She got her dad's cousin to take her in."