"I'm not aware of any other drow around at this time and you'd think someone would have mistaken me for any such persons by now. Also, like, are you actually allowed to just insure anything you want, whether people can tell you'll sue them about it or not? That cactus over there, say, suppose I had a cactus resurrection spell, can I insure the cactus and go after whoever knocks it down for target practice -"

"I don't actually know much about this but I was thinking of insuring the underground drow."

"How would people even find out about it if somebody started killing 'em, what if it's legitimately self-defense..."

"If you go break into someone's house and then they try to stab you so you stab them first it's not really very self-defense."

"I think people mostly don't raid the Underdark for treasure because you have to be high enough level to get there that there's stuff with better returns by then."

"Question about how they'd find out stands. Next of kin isn't gonna show up at a temple of Abadar about it."

"Not even if we tell them they'll get money for weird surface people reasons?"

"Kinda sounds like a trap."

"Yeah, that's fair."

"It's a nice thought. I'm just not sure how to get anything much done with drow without, uh, casualties. The trade relations thing'd pay back the cost of those."

"I think it's mostly hopeless trying to fix other countries in ways that don't help you too. Ends up - disconnected from anyone's actual priorities."

"I'm not sure I'd go that far but it requires a - different mindset - and I'd be less optimistic about methods of trying it that require a lot of coordination, in particular."

"Outta the street," someone grumbles at them. Fazil takes the carpet back up into the air. "See you tomorrow!"

"See you."

She is there at breakfast the next day, collecting more than her share of hardboiled eggs.

Fazil and Hagan stop by.

"Mahdi's staying home after all? You'd better make sure you're both feeling very conscious."

"Are you worried? We could hire a random day laborer."

Snort. "I'll take my chances."

"Great," says Fazil, with the look of someone who'd rather like that Cure spell for his reputation. "It's just, if we're going to be doing this every day for a couple weeks..."

"I'm not fussed, but if you are you could just lend me the carpet? I promise not to chaotically steal it away, not with all this fringe."

"No, sorry, we're happy to come with you, it's just Mahdi who'd rather read."

"All right. I can stop making cracks about babies to intrusive strangers if you'd rather."

"Hmm. I would rather fewer strangers talked about me but I think as a matter of principle you're entitled to make fun of them and it's on them if they take it seriously and it's an error of some kind to lead a life that's undermineable that way."

"I am glad we're in agreement about making fun of them."

And they can head off towards Saint Hadassah's, again.

"I think all this contemplation of marriage makes you twitchy. Maybe you should abandon the idea and be a forever adventurer. Could hit, like, thirteenth level."