"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Ugh. Uh, can I as a nonconscriptable foreigner volunteer in your place, do you have any prospect of atoning for whatever has these people mad at you, can you renounce your citizenship... I'm running a bit low on clever ideas."
"I think I should just - stay abroad. If there's a war in Andoran I am sure I can be useful in Andoran and you guys can handle coordination with Osirion."
"And if there's a war at home -"
"There's not going to be a war at home, what would Taldor want with us?"
"Steal all your sand? Man, how long has this been a problem for you -"
"A while. It really doesn't - no one's ever felt like getting into politics before."
"Is this something where if I knew about it I wouldn't want to be covering for you."
"- you might not. Belmarniss wouldn't mind. I think Mahdi wouldn't mind."
"If I get any more clues I'm probably gonna start guessing without really meaning to."
Sigh. "You want to just tell us while it's not an emergency?"
He steers them a little farther away from the ship they're trailing.
"I guess that's... easy..."
"We're not obliged not to tell Andoran, if we get more evidence and decide we should."
"This is true."
"Is there some policy explaining why they want to tell independent - well, mostly independent - adventurers not to interfere with this situation -"
"Not that I can immediately think of? Maybe it's diplomatically sensitive somehow?"
"But they do want us to observe, not to, like, leave... so maybe they think they might want to do something suddenly?"
"Yeah. I guess if they think there'll probably be a war they might be talking through potential alliances with Andoran or something."
"I thought Abadar said no helping save the neutral good neighbors from Hell invading because war is bad."