The seated man, though initially defiant, began to sense the intricacies of the verbal dance unfolding in the interrogation room. The absence of physical torment left him in an unfamiliar territory, where the battle for control played out through words and psychological nuances.
"What's your purpose in intruding on the manor?" the head butler started.
The seated man scoffed, "To steal, of course. This house is full of riches, and bandits love riches. What's more there is to do than that?"
The head butler's eyes narrowed slightly at the seated man's flippant response. The exchange of words in the dimly lit interrogation room continued, and the atmosphere was charged with tension.
"To steal, you say," the old man remarked, his tone carrying a blend of skepticism and curiosity. "Yet, this manor is not just a repository of wealth. It holds secrets, influence, and power. What would a mere bandit seek in the shadows of such complexity?"
