"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"I guess it's sort of an awkward occupation to parallelize with adventuring."
"A little! And I'll have to pick up some new hobbies. Lots of people report finding retirement boring and expanding their drinking hobby, which seems tragic."
"I'm not sure it belongs to an entire class of activity with its own name like 'hobby' but you'd know better than I if there's an Osirian word for it or something."
"Some people taste expensive wines and I guess that's a hobby and not very tragic."
"Also if you keep it up too long you'll wind up having to work more than once a week."
"How do you even find a wife, is it like the opposite of how we do it minus the explicit sale? Ask your friends for a sister or cousin they think you'd like?"
"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."
"Are the matchmakers a third miraculous gender or just above reproach somehow?"
"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."