"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Well, you know, gotta catch it early, elves aren't very good with babies. They say where to find 'em?"
It's crowded. A couple of people were just thrown out for fighting and now a table is overturned and someone's purse is missing; the furious proprietor is threatening everyone in sight who doesn't look rich, and attempting to appease the ones who do.
In a corner there are some familiar people. Hagan's face is covered like it always is in the city. Fazil's priest robes indicate he's levelled. Mahdi is observing the kerfuffle with great enjoyment.
She edges in around the crowd. "Some guy told me you three were asking after our baby."
"Rajan! Probably. Told you you should've let me punch him in the face, now see what he's done to your reputation."
"Sit down, sit down, we don't want the proprietor deciding you look suspicious," says Mahdi, pulling out a chair.
"Fighting smuggling on the high seas! But this part of it's very boring, we just need to talk to someone and none of us can do it."
"She's got a life sentence in Saint Hadassah's. I don't know that it will be very boring, she was convicted of, ah, what was it all - crossdressing, tariff evasion, conspiracy to overthrow a duke of Taldor -"
"I'd been going to ask if you left all your Comprehend Languages in your other pants, but I suppose instead she's been forbidden to talk to men because that's where she got all her good wardrobe tips and she must be stopped?"
"Saint Hadassah's doesn't permit male visitors. They offered to have a woman read our questions to her but she apparently declined to answer."
"The smuggling operation she was a part of was doing a lot more geopolitical meddling than smuggling operations usually are and we suspect them of involvement in additional crimes here. She's not going to tell her jailors that."
"And they'd let me talk to her unsupervised? - does she have any motive to talk?"