"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 don't think so. The pharaoh's probably unimpressed with 'shoot things with arrows' as a lever."
"Of course. You ever try to lift something by sticking a lever under it and opening fire?"
"Sort of! In a trapped corridor in a tomb we were robbing. We were trying to get a wooden door which had on our side of it been covered with metal to catch fire."
"Congratulations. Assuming it turns out that was a wise thing to do and didn't just set off a million traps."
"After three rounds of unsupervised conversation I was going to fall in love but then she started making fun of amputees for being asymmetrical and muttering at Fy that she'd eat her at our wedding and that snapped me right out of it."
"Dear Abadar today I would like one of Detect Humor," says Belmarniss, pulling out her spellbook.