"What they want is to take back the things your father had them procure for him. Wherever they are, they're under lock and key." There was no frustration in her voice, not even a flicker of disappointment. "So the issue is two-fold: where are they and how does someone get to them? These are questions you can't answer...for good or ill." In some ways, it was better Waver didn't know. It didn't improve his situation, obviously.

"But they've already done the job. Whatever happened that night, however things unfolded, these are the results we have to work with." Death would net a minimal profit; letting Waver go would be a loss. There had to be compromise down the middle, and she needed to find it.

Devyn slowly moved her legs so she was sitting a bit more comfortable, settling her hands on her knees. "As things stand, you are the only person who could potentially provide answers. I'm not insinuating you're lying or that you have them - but that you're the person the Zhentarim have access to. What happens now is a debate around what to do with you...and whether keeping you here is worth anything."