The accusation did not seem to disturb her expression. Calm, unflinching, she watched him curl up. "Not intentionally," was her quiet, matter-of-fact response. "I wasn't there, to be honest with you. Everything I'm hearing is second hand." And that much was perfectly true, but Waver would have little memory of who had been there in the dark, who had cut down his guards and servants, and who wasn't involved at all. "There was no point in killing your father. They want what he has, what's owed to them. Your father racked up a hefty debt with them. You don't simply hire the Zhentarim and then refuse to pay what's owed."

Her eyes were bright on Waver, waiting for him to respond. "Why would they kill your father if he had the thing they wanted?"