Jezin's eyes narrowed when Thomas called him 'sir'. His gaze refused to falter. "These documents are not mine to examine, Thomas. They will be delivered, along with yourself, to Sir Redwyne." He took the billfold and placed it in his coat pocket. Jezin kept the tip of the blade at Thomas' throat, fully prepared if the knight made any kind of attack. "It's funny, though, that you mention her 'devious cause'. I spoke to this woman at the tournament. She claimed to be a bodyguard for one Karl Leid. As you've been in here smashing her skull into a pulp, you'll be unaware that this man was thrown from the Tower of the Thistle mere moments ago. Perhaps all you did was murder a bodyguard, which would mean her charge's blood is on your hands as well." Jezin's faced remained unshakably serious. "Also, you made a point about her being armed... but none of those knives were used against you. They're clean, and you have no wounds from a blade." The Lyoki spoke one last time, with more venom than before. "I see no knight before me, Thomas, only a murderer. You will come with me. Now." He pressed the tip of Harmony's blade against Thomas' chin.