The advisers protest, but, unarmed, there's not much they really can do. Icyn has his weapon in hand, but, unfortunately, he didn't have a ranged weapon, leaving him with only a dagger, a poor protection against the angry mage. "Listen, it wasn't my idea. I wanted to go with you, I wanted to help. But the others, they threatened to kill me, if I didn't go along, if we didn't fall back to try a different tactic. And then when you four succeeded, we panicked. We had to do it, or else we'd be killed, or exiled. It was the only way to save myself!" His voice has grown rather higher pitched, as he talks, the fear sneaking into his words; it's clear he was never a brave man, to begin with, especially given his craven banditry roots.