"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"And they're real mad at your friends and maybe just taking their time getting around to you. If they wanted more of it, after you all get caught's not an opportune time to pressgang you into another fact-finding mission... so maybe the info wasn't good."
"Could be a good smokescreen, I don't actually know how my source knew where to find you. You want me to tell your jailors in case they can beef up security for if it gets around?"
"I think they're pretty serious about getting people into Axis and this is how they do it but if you don't want me to I won't."
"They probably figure in a monastery you die old and apart from the lich population old people are pretty mellow and maybe it'll stick."
"You're acquainted with the fact that some people'll pay for information. Far as I know I wouldn't be selling it to anybody who wants worse for you than a solid stint in Saint Whoeverthefuck's, if that matters."
"And here I was told women's monasteries were expensive because they didn't generate revenue from labor. Maybe it's very expensive to teach the pregnant teenagers to read."
"I'd rather Nirvana than Elysium, I'm trying to cut down on blatant acts of illegality."