"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Is there some kind of suggestion box? Dear pharaoh for my birthday I want a silk shirt from Shazeun."
"There's no way to contact the pharaoh. You can write papers for the church, foreign policy's a bit outside scope but I'm sure someone would publish it if it was reasonably about trade."
"Think the pharaoh sits in his beetleshell with a wife for every day of the week reading theology papers?"
"A little! And I'll have to pick up some new hobbies. Lots of people report finding retirement boring and expanding their drinking hobby, which seems tragic."
"I'm not sure it belongs to an entire class of activity with its own name like 'hobby' but you'd know better than I if there's an Osirian word for it or something."
"Some people taste expensive wines and I guess that's a hobby and not very tragic."
"Also if you keep it up too long you'll wind up having to work more than once a week."
"How do you even find a wife, is it like the opposite of how we do it minus the explicit sale? Ask your friends for a sister or cousin they think you'd like?"
"Some people do that. Some people hire a matchmaker, they get to know lots of men and women and try to guess who'll be suitable. Friends in the church have started mentioning daughters to me, when I'm in town."