"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Do they ever get, like, the option for supervised trips out, to visit family or make, uh, pilgrimages or anything..."
"I dunno that we need more from her. We've got a couple people who are still alive, we can drag them to Taldor. We're not going to unravel an entire complicated multinational thing, we just need some people clearly more at fault than we are."
"They have some known associates. Maybe we can get a couple more off her."
"I was going for the rapport angle since I didn't take enhanced interrogation, maybe I'll bring her a snack or something, bet the food in there sucks. Maybe she'll tell me more."
"You got a lot off her! I don't think they can possibly afford antiscrying for everyone, so we can probably find someone eventually."
"Would you like me to entertain you for that hour by singing you traditional drow songs some of which are about baby murder? It'll be fine, you won't understand the lyrics so you won't know which ones."
"Think about it. If we go to the government now, we get told to stay out of it, we retire, you have to sell scrying for the rest of your life. We go track these pirates down and learn why everyone in the Inner Sea is paying them, you make ninth level, you get to sell Teleports instead -"
"I'll try the known associates and if they don't work Belmarniss can go back and ask for more associates. And bring pie."
"I was thinking something I could tuck in my sleeve, you think they'll let me haul in a pie?"
"She can peg our power level at somewhere between 'can get her some fancy candy' and 'can cast seventh-level cleric spells easily'."
"I guess I could go down a ways and see if they have sugarwebs here but I'm from under Taldor, so I can't assume much culinary similarity."