About this time, Assir manages to find his way to the interrogation chambers. Not wanting to step on Alari's job, he held back, out of view of the prisoner.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Lanzlo rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: Cunning risk<br/>Result: 2, 3, 1,<br/>Total: 6<br/>Lost Privilage</div></div><br/><br/>He frowns, pulling on his chin tentacles. He could have sworn that he recognized this spy, from one of the neighboring factions. He just couldn't place where...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Might as well spend an Honor to get this story moving...</div></div><br/>Then, when she's turned just right, he sees what he needed to. He smiles, and steps forward.<br/><br/>"Forgive me for intruding, Lady Alari’avana. I heard that we've captured a spy, and wanted to see you at work." He turns to the prisoner, "What I want to know is why our 'friend' would send one of his trusted advisers in the role of spy. Does he have no use for you anymore?"