Resilience B5C10 Weiss

"We do have Roman," Pyrrha said. "We could interrogate him."

"Do you honestly think he'd talk?"

"Perhaps if we offered to let him live."

"It won't work," Blake said. "Believe me, as much as it doesn't look it he has all the power in that situation. He will know we need the information he has, and he'll hold onto it as long as possible – because the moment he tells us is the moment he loses the only tool he has left."

"It has to be worth a shot, though," Yang said. "It's not like we have any other leads."

The Assassin relented. "I suppose it can't hurt."

"Blake and Weiss should do that," I said, stepping in for a moment. "Blake is high enough level to resist his charm and Weiss was the best at doing so when he tricked us the first time. I think Pyrrha should stick with General Corvo. She's a Prestige Class and from Mistral, so he might be willing to talk a little more openly if she's around."

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"Roman didn't give us anything," Weiss reported once the group had recollected, all except for Pyrrha who had sent back a message of `nothing suspicious` with Ren, and then opted to stay and keep an eye out.

It was just turning towards the evening, and Ruby had finally recovered enough to stomach a meal. Of course, the time lost only served to remind us just how little we had remaining.

"Oh, he gave us something," Blake drawled. "Snark, sarcasm and constant whinging."