Ways of making you talk...

Johann swept his eyes around the room - Wanda, wild eyed and poised above her captive; the paraphenalia of torture hanging from the walls and the bloody mess in the adjoining chamber.

Re-adjusting his previous assessment on Wanda's capabilities, he gestured for her to step back with a sympathetic smile. She had obviously been through an ordeal and on her own too.

Johann quietly drew his sword and assisted the burly hostage's awakening by gently placing the cool steel of the flat of the blade against his throat.

"Now then, good sir - looks like our boss did go easy on you after all. I'm not sure I'll be able to muster the same restraint."

Nodding at the various torture instruments that hung from the walls, the grim boatman continued,

"I'd very much like some answers as to what exactly is going on down here and I see we have the tools to hand to persuade you, should your tongue need loosening..."