"They do such responsible social science. I've got a list for you -" She passes it over.

"Just wanna know if they're alive or dead?"

"And who their friends are. Or their rivals or whoever."

"That's a lot for a couple of pastries. How's my rainstorm?"

"It was called away on urgent business."

"Awww, I'm not urgent business?"

"You're important business but you're not exactly on fire."

"I don't owe any of these people a thing but I don't like working for free."

"Don't like danishes?"

"They're all right." She has already finished them.

"What do you want a storm so bad for?"

"It'd be interesting. Not much is interesting, around here."

"Would they even let you outside to frolic in the rain?"

"Half the chapels don't have roofs."

"Huh, I wonder why. He's not a sun god."

"Ah, see, it's character-building."

"Sunburn is? - do humans sunburn?"

"Yeah. Uh, if we're showing any skin, which we shouldn't be, as it'd tempt men if there were any."

"...but in fact there aren't any. I... guess the whole point is pointless rules."

"Yup. I guess that one's really not pointless, because of sunburn."

"There you go then. That's why I stay wrapped up."

"I heard drow can't live on the surface at all."

"You do have that enormous fire sphere overhead, but we can compensate if we have to."

Snort. "I also hear with drow, the women rule."

"Yup. Drow men're effectively slaves in hats."