"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Ha! I assume that doesn't work well because I know somebody's tried it but it'd flummox a garden variety idiot."
"Please don't try it on any real babies, I expect they'd miss developmentally essential nurturing and turn out terribly wrong."
They're starting to attract stares.
He shakes his head. "All right. See you tomorrow! Thank you!"
"I did a couple scries," he says. "None gave us anything good to get a location off. It's worth trying to get more names from her, I think."
Belmarniss wraps up some breakfast pastries as bribes. "What all did you see?"
"One of them was sleeping. He did very considerately leave a light on next to him but I need angles of shadows to start guessing at a location. Another one was abovedeck but it was cloudy."
"I'll keep trying both of them and probably catch one abovedeck eventually but some more to work with would also be good."
"He spent three hours scrying this morning and two of them made their saves," says Hagan, patting him on the shoulder. "We should all be in awe of his sacrifices."
She takes the list. "Unless anybody wants more cantaloupe or something I'm ready to go."
Hagan takes his mask off and flops with his head in Mahdi's lap to sunbathe. His snake curls up on his chest.
"I found her near the road from Sothis down the coast, when I was a kid. They also sell them, but you wanna make sure you get something that likes the climate, you know? If someone imported it from the Mwangi Expanse it's going to be real pissy all the time about the weather."
"Nah. Snakes have really clear body language, they'll let you know if they've got an issue with you. Just got to get to know them. ...take this with a grain of salt, I've never met an animal I couldn't talk around and I assume most people do not have this experience or they wouldn't be so bewildered by their misbehaving pets."