You can see his mouth repeating the title 'Emerald Magistrate', and he lowers the bow. "Your word." he calls out. "Give me your word, let me .. let my brother and I go, let us leave the city, and I'll tell you all I know. Please, there isn't much time. We can't .. but, but maybe you can stop it." Panic clearly shows on his face. Something has him terrified.<br/><br/>"We're just bandits. We didn't know what he was doing, what he was planning, with the candles, and the blood. Please!"<br/><br/>((those coming up the stairs are now close enough to make out the voices of their colleagues, and assuming they've continued on they'll hear the conversation from this point))