While the rest of the group descended into the tower, Arnold tucked his mace back into its designated belt loop and secured his shield over his back once more. He took a moment to contemplate the two unconscious men sharing the roof with him, before he set to work sitting them up against one of the many parapets. Once there, he removed their shirts and belts and fashioned the clothing into a length of makeshift rope.
He wasn’t particularly concerned with their health, but he knew that they were likely to wake up [i]eventually[/i], and if he could delay whatever their first actions would be, the better. So he bound them to the parapet in a way that would prevent them from untying themselves. Not easily, at the least.

Satisfied, he stepped into view of Hollis, waved to signal his wellbeing to the boatman, and made his way through the trapdoor and into the room below—his back turned to what was happening inside.