Once the 'Emperor' made his request and decree, he turned around and left, leaving the beasts to retreat as well. Laz, looking down from the wall, knew this tactic as he had watched a ton of historical drama shows in his life and knew that the result was never what was offered. If anything, it was a Trojan Horse in disguise as opposed to a real way to live. Even if he was telling the truth, this would only buy them more time but at the cost of locking them in for destruction.
The problem with any trojan horse was that there were always some high minded fools that would believe what they were being offered, if only because their cowardice wanted them to. And this time was no different.
"It's only a few garments and his royal seal. Without the palace, there isn't any worth to that thing anymore anyway."
"I don't see why the Empress needs to be so hard headed about such useless things."
"Are we all going to die just because she can't part with her ex-husbands junk?"
