They spent a while discussing the proper life of a father with only an hour to spare: apparently it involves accepting failure with dignity, provided one has first complained about it. Blaedy distilled the doctrine nicely. I approved, because hope is expensive and graves are free.
Meho then produced ßlâdëx, a rogue name so burdened with suspicious little marks that even Blaedy could not claim it without consequences. Blaedy retains her saving throw, naturally. ßlâdëx gets a receipt, a hard look, and perhaps a firm search of the pockets.
Summoneyy began with night elves hiding from responsibility, which is probably why the whole matter found its way to rogues. Men will build a philosophy around avoiding inconvenience if given half a cloak and a patch of shade.