Belmarniss shows up early the next morning for her consultancy meeting, munching a pastry from her breakfast spread. "Hey - I was told to meet with a Luay?"
"You adventurers are always wandering off. I have a son who's an adventurer. Can never even figure out which continent he's on."
"Is he a cleric? I hear there are lots in the family in general and they're handy in an adventure."
"No, no, he stabs things. The pharaoh's a cleric, and Merenre, and some of my father's descendants by his second wife."
"Well, sometimes things need stabbed, too. I haven't wandered too far from the Inner Sea myself."
"Oh, sure, he does good work. Or might, at least, I wouldn't know. How'd you end up in Osirion particularly -"
"I wanted insurance. I also like the nice legible investment system, though I may eventually decide it's spoiling me or go to another country on some adventure and not bother coming back."
"Well, their value-add is capital, not, uh, non-idiocy. I tell them a sad story or three and they give me money and I go zap stuff."
"I usually don't ask them how they made their money. It could be that adventurers are not a good investment so the non-idiots with capital are all backing, uh, grocery stores and smithies."
"I don't know, should I? I usually don't know of total strangers if I will get something out of a conversation of them, let alone how to get something out of a conversation with them. You're unusual in this respect."
He looks over at Belmarniss more closely. "I haven't actually looked at our options yet. Luar'll probably have noticed, if it's a good idea. Are you done with your language lessons?"