They threaten you

The man in blue taps his foot on the floor impatiently. "We should just chop his hand off. Bet the rings will come off then," he suggests. He sounds serious.

Fortunately for you, the chief shakes his head. "We don't know that it would work. For all we know, the rings could still stay attached to his severed hand. Tell me, John, has anyone ever removed those rings from you before?" You don't answer but the chief doesn't really need you to.

"Well, how about just 1 finger as a test? If we can get the ring off the finger, then we'll take the whole hand. Worse comes to worst, we could just incinerate the hand," the man in blue says. He seems determined to inflict harm upon you. You look pleadingly to the woman in red, but she's not making eye contact with you at the moment and seems rather indifferent to the discussion.

"It might work," the chief shrugs, looking at you before he cracks a thin smile. You can't really mask the fear and panic on your face well.

"But maybe less crude methods might be better. Not to mention, John here is already adept at using the powers of the rings. We don't have time to muck around to learn a new magical item and it's eccentricities," the chief says. "How about it, John? You do something for us, and we'll allow you to keep your hand. And your rings."

Finally, you speak. There's no point in remaining silent anymore.

"What do I have to do?" you ask.

The chief chuckles, knowing he has you in the palm of his hands.