"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"By and large drow don't care where their slaves wind up so there's no systematic encouragement aside from not wanting them to act up."
"True."
They head out over the water. It's cooler, but sunnier. Sothis is visible as a black lump on the horizon.
She flops on her stomach and watches the water below. "I saw dolphins, when I sailed to Osirion."
"They're really smart! They communicate with each other and hunt as a group and can learn pretty sophisticated problem-solving. And they're just very chipper. Always in a good mood. They have names for each other, though I can't make the sounds right."
"It makes me saying things with my mouth sound right to them but I'd like to be able to really do it!"
"I will put it on my to-do list for when I'm a god." She rolls over and flips through her notebook.
"Lots of stuff. I have filed 'let Hagan make dolphin noises' near 'shorten procedure to render giant yellowcaps non-toxic'."
"While you're at it you can give animals an afterlife. Very unfair that they don't get one."
"Them getting an afterlife or equivalent consideration is next to adding cleric spells or equivalent that permanently cure allergies. These aren't a strict ordering, just broad triage categories."
"Yup. It's just embarrassing if your kid can't have garlic. You couldn't bring them to dinner parties, it'd be so inconvenient."