Akkeen pulls Ahri back away from the cage door and back into the hall behind. Soon Ahri is being led to another chamber, with Akken and Adar-Malic right behind him, directing him along the way.
"You should be happy, nobleman," Akkeen says, "It will soon be time for you to make your own way again."
Unsure of the meaning of that, Ahri moves onward as instructed. The twins guide him to a room with several chests and shelves.
Akkeen opens up several of the chest and sifts through them absent-mindedly. Then he turns to Ahri. "Go ahead then," he says. "Choose what you will. You are free to outfit yourself." He motions to the equipment and clothing piled in the bins.
Ahri looks the area over and checks the twins, assessing what is really possible. Adar-Malic, plank bow still in hand, nods for Ahri to move forward and equip himself, just as his brother had said.
Ahri sees swords, knives, armored coats - apparently this is a depot of captured outfitting.
"You are to be set free soon, though you must decide," Akkeen continues. "Will you claim what you can and slink away, saving your tender hide and running quickly to escape any conflict." He lets that sit, growing silent for a time as Ahri surveys the room.
"...Or will you take time to prepare," Akkeen starts up again, "Will you take control of your circumstance and garner your own strength. Will you gather own skill? Brand your own luck -- even if it means anger and conflict and death? The degenerates who kidnapped you are only a few rooms away. They molested you like a faggot. What will you do about it? Are you afraid of them?"
Ahri looks at the chests and at the shelves full of eqipment. There are all sorts of armor and weapons here. What can he decide?