"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Huh. I think it's - hard to have privacy from any of the gods. They also know your heart to pick clerics, or whatever."
"I know! I spend a lot of time really annoyed about a lot of things and that's one of 'em!"
"Some of it may be involuntary. This appears in a lengthy chart in Abadar's impolite archive of all mortal media output wherein I examine the pros and cons of becoming a god. If you wanna, like, ask for me, if you ever get somewhat more freeform answers than 'yes here's two of Cure Light Reputational Wounds'..."
"I'd suggest camping out for a look at the stars through the 'scope but I'm all paid up at Onyx."
"I think that's illegal here. But you'd probably know better than I if that applies to us always chaotic evil types."
"I don't actually know," says Fazil, sounding fairly bothered about this. "I think it's fairly likely that if I included it in my summary of the adventure we would get in trouble but I'm not sure it'd be for murder."
"Would, too, because she'd have the resurrection contract and they'd want to sue you to recover costs."
She laughs. "Oh, there you go. It may or may not be illegal but it would definitely be expensive."
" - you know what we could do? Write up free resurrection contracts for all the drow around, then when some adventurers kill them, sue for costs. Word gets around pretty fast and no one wants to kill a drow."
"But then they wouldn't be real resurrection contracts, if you weren't going to raise any drow who died of something you couldn't sue over."
"Some contracts don't pay out for stupidity, ours could just not pay out for non-adventurer causes of death."