The man glares for a little longer, then lowers the crossbow.
"Alright, I believe you're not his agents. You say you're here for him though, and plan to be breathing on the morrow. That means either you've got more up your sleeve than fancy acrobatics, or you're just plain stupid. If it's the first, I'll help you with what you need. The second, I'd rather wash my hands of you now. One way or another, you'd best let me know your plan."