"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Well, yes, one way or another - we can turn it off, space things out, it's kind of a lengthy process to toggle either way but people do it a few times over the course of their lives. But it's usually motivated infertility. I don't have a ton of brothers and sisters, my mom was a softie."
"No, I do mean sure, it's better there's not lots.
I have a sister though."
"- I think our grandma wants someone to remember our mom by, and one will do, and she'd prefer me."
"As long as I'm gone, as long as she doesn't look like she's lying when she says she hasn't heard from me."
"Either grandma or the great-aunt. They'd been pestering her to get married again, she wouldn't do it, kept doing stupid things with her money so she could plead inadequate finances, stalling and stalling. Eventually came to an open screaming match. I don't know which one of them did it."