"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Should check into my inn and collect my share of boat proceeds and stuff."
"Technically we could cut Mahdi out since he was asleep. Do you guys have policy on that?"
"If we all went in but someone happened to be in a different hallway or on their sleep shift or knocked out in the first round or whatever they're still in. You don't want people making tactical decisions off being in the place where the money will be."
"Legit. Quarters make it..." She performs the division. "Nice. Uh, guy offered to have me consulting on the... drow trade thing. I'm going back tomorrow to meet some guy who works under Prince Merenre."
"He's the pharaoh's brother. Cleric of Abadar, does... trade policy? I think? I've never heard anyone complain about him. There was some nonsense about the wife? Maybe ask Mahdi, he follows that stuff."
"Mahdi's going to be rich once he retires, right. He could buy his way into the Dome if he wants to. He's started paying more attention to it all. It's terrible."
"I hear you're up on celebrity gossip and I'm gonna be doing cultural consultancy for the office of Prince Merenre and want all the details."
"Celebrity gossip." He raises an eyebrow at Hagan. "I have heard that the Prince Merenre is a devoted servant of Abadar."
"I do think it's one of the basic research responsibilities of the party wizard to know things about their government."