As the door closes, the Archeirophant drops the pained look on her face. It is immediately replaced with a sour expression of satisfaction. "As you can see, it is pointless to try to escape. You have set yourselves up. You had to keep pushing. I told you I would look into it. I told you not to worry about it. But, on and on you went.
"Now, I am not entirely clear on what a Chosen of Chronepsis is, but from my understanding, you have the power to change things. Prophecy follows you everywhere, in everything you do. Because of this, you are a valuable commodity. You shall be my commodity now. Do you understand?
"This can work a few ways. One, you can attack me, and have death warrants placed on your heads. Two, you can attempt to flee and tell the law of this city what you 'claim' really happened. We all know where that will lead you. I am a highly respected pillar of the community, and you all are a band of rabble who have been seen spouting nonsense about a champion of the Silver Flame looking to prosper from it. That is all anyone has seen, and that is all they will see.
"Your final option is to do as I say, when I say it. In exchange, I will explain that the true villains were using magics to disguise themselves as you, my friends, and we can let the guards chase after figments of my imagination. Should you tell the guards any of this, it will be your word against mine, and that of the impartial Reverand Akhala.
"So, which will it be?"
If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving is not for you.
"Danger is like Jello. There's always room for more."