Jezin sighed, raising his spear and dropping it to the ground. He pulled the shield from his back, dropping it as well, before finally removing the dagger from his belt, which fell with a loud clang on top of the shield. "So be it." He walked towards Thomas, his hands raised in a non-threatening fashion. It was the second time he'd been arrested by the Order of the Thistle in two days. But Redwyne was dead, and he had a feeling his 'interrogation' wouldn't go nearly as smoothly as the first had. Jorun nodded, holding his hands up in a similar fashion. "Lead the way then, Sir." Alia slowly walked forward, looking a bit surprised at the rejection of her request. "Fine then, take us in, but we did nothing wrong." Jorun sighed at the woman's attitude.