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?"
"Second one unless you want to express incredulity. Yea big age four." Gesture.
And he will continue quizzing her on drow society in steadily more proficient drow!
"I think we don't actually have a native word for it. I'd loanword the Elven if I weren't trying to complain about how silly it is."
"We eat a lot of mushrooms and meat that can itself eat mushrooms, there are magic light gardens, and there's theft."
"I've been upstairs for a while, I'm not evil, and I think I might be specifically talented at sussing out cultural differences. The other drow you meet may be pretty darn foreign."
"Oh, I guess we will slide those in, but they don't usually want to talk about languages."
"So you'll leave it to someone else? What if the expedition comes back with the crown princess of Shazeun and she wants to use sign language because she thinks she's too good to talk to anybody out loud?"
"I have heard rumors that sign language operates as a power distance thing in Shazeun! I've never been there so I don't know if it's true."
"It's one of three countries that might be under you and I have not been hired for the expeditionary force."
"If you like? I'm sure I can occupy myself if they'd rather send a team of clerics or something."
"Probably they'll do whatever they get the best bids on but sometimes when no one has any information that doesn't work out as well as they'd like." Shrug.
"I don't have that much informational advantage. Shazeun isn't as foreign to me as a random Avistanian country is to you but it might be like the difference between here and Katapesh and I don't know in what directions."