Jezin frowned. The evidence against him looked convincing, even if it wasn't true. He took another step forward, gritting his teeth. As skilled as he was, he couldn't fight four knights, not if they were all as skilled as Thomas. "Fine then. If there's no other way, I suppose I'll have to surrender my freedom." He looked around. "I'll go quietly, but let the servants go. You have no reason to take them. They are here to take care of the princess, nothing more. Imprisoning them is pointless." He still held onto his spear, apparently refusing to disarm himself until Thomas answered his request. Jorun looked back towards Jezin, a grim look on his face. Alia stepped forward. "Yes, let us go back to the Princess. It's bad enough that she has no hope of going home, at least let us return to her. You can even keep a watch on us, we will be no trouble." Jorun looked at the woman, shaking his head at her pleas. He would not beg like some dog. The bearded man turned towards Thomas. "Let the girl go, I'll go with Jezin if need be."