"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"I researched what the underground market in them was for so I'd know how bad to feel about selling the ones we needed to dispose of. Eunuchs use them, and men with low energy, and women but it makes them less feminine and grows them hair."
" - well, the more you know. Lotsa Osirian stories about being - objects, not subjects - are about women. Not much of a mystery there."
"Ours're the other way around, obviously, all, 'this princess slaughtered her neighbors over the course of hours of epic and captured their comeliest nobly born boy and married him' or whatever."
"You don't outright buy the women and are mostly not keeping people in line under threat of death and you have vaguely sympathetic justifications."
"Hopefully we'll get a hit soon. Looks like clear skies today, so anyone above deck might give us enough to work with."