The day's work was done; the workers all left; Vale was in the mountains, playing; nobody else was spying on him; now should be the right time to get some answers from the captive.
Gale whistled his way into the farmhouse, trying to look as carefree as possible. These kinds of jobs were quite bothersome for him. It was rather easy to make a mistake during the interrogation.
He needed to advance with the right amount of acting and indifference.
Gale would've liked to leave it to the professional, rather than dirtying his hands, but since the culprit was captured by him and he thought it would be better if he handled this first.
Gale found the captive clinging to the pole he left him with. With the chains bounding his figure, he had zero freedom to move around.
