He offered them only two options: to stand against them, lose, and remain in chains here; or to join them and help usurp the current Storm King, ascending their esteemed commander to the position instead. A prison guard set down two copies of the contracts on the table in front of them, quite literally placing Cid’s offer onto the table. Setting down his half-empty teacup, he leaned forward on the table, planting both elbows down on the surface and knitting his fingers together, regarding the two with an expectant look.