Damage/Intelligence B6C7

Are you alone, traveller?" Blake asked. She stood slowly, one hand disappearing into her robes. "It's dangerous to travel alone in the desert."

"My companions were attacked by Grimm. I'm all that remains."

"I see. Would you like some water?"

Roman grinned and came even closer. I could just start to make out his name and Class, and he, no doubt, our own. "I wouldn't say no."

Blake tossed a canteen in an underarm throw. It sailed lazily through the air and Roman tracked it, taking his eyes off our Classes for a brief moment. Whatever his motives, he would almost certainly be thirsty. As he reached out to catch it, he was caught off-guard for the flash of silver. His eyes widened, and he ducked to the side, though not before the thin throwing dagger slammed into his shoulder.