The knight did not move but it was clear, somehow, that he was squinting behind his visor. Likely discerning whether or not this was a false claim or if they really had been mercenaries. It took many moments of tense silence before they lowered their blade and took a step back, welcoming them to enter the room. The tip of their white edged sword lingered just above the floor. 

"You are well armed. I see no colors of the Warden about you," His helm moved with his eyes as they took in the others with quick glances. That gaze focused on the twins, bringing with it a warm gust of magical wind. His next few words were short, foreign, but the Empire assassins lingering behind scar turned to each other with manic glee. Their fingers flashes too quickly to follow until they both took a running step forward in their excitement but swiftly ceased.
Both glanced behind them at Scar.

In the rooms above, any one of this party could have slain them with the others who had fought back but they had been spared. Freedom had been theirs and that kind of mentality was not lost at them. Both turned to Arguth, the fiery leader of their former party, and dropped to a knee with heads held down. 

Arguth regarded them carefully but understood what was happening. Years of travel together, before circumstance had driven them into the wardens hands, had given him insight to their behavior. 

"You must be the lucky type, for these two to show loyalty so quickly. That alone is enough to prove you are what you say. In the name of the Ever Burning, you have earned my thanks," Arguth dropped to his knee similar to the twins. "And my skills. I am Arguth of the Endless Pyre." 

The Pyre was a religious army of pyromancers and, some would say, maniacs devoted to following the will of flames against the true night. An omen of inescapable darkness that threatened to consume the world. Those who wielded their powers were sworn to oppose this omen to the end of their own lives.

Raising to his feet, Arguth sheathed his blade on his hip and ushered them group forward. "I would know the names of my new allies before we continue. The warden has blocked us from leaving, barricading the lower levels with magic and ateel. If we are to escape it will come at the cost of their lives."

If they could not break through, Arguth would carve the memories of these mercenaries into the wardens skull himself.