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?"
"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."
"Well, most people are boring to talk to because they're stupid, but none of my children are."
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?"
"I did suggest that he could have saved money by waiting till there are more drow around some of whom are not wizards. Didn't seem a priority."