[His mouth dries somewhat. The moment of truth, he supposes. He looks Sidurgu in the eyes as he speaks- quietly enough so that the guards down the hall won't hear. ]

Nay, but pray do not make me regret it.

[He steps behind the the towering man. He was big enough as it was on his knees. Fury...

Aymeric's bowmen draw their arrows nervously. The shackles come undone into Aymeric's hands.]

Clear the hall; put away your weapons. We are with the Warrior of Light's company. [He places the shackles into the still full hands of one of his men]