[h3]Charles Balderdash[/h3]

Charles tried hard not to grimace at the sight of the cultist being forced to life and became increasingly concerned when cracks began to form across the man’s face. He looked like he could shatter at any moment even with Vaughtar attempting to hold him together.
“Right, well then.” Charles clapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously, trying to get some feeling back into his fingers. “Best we think of a view questions quickly then before he expires on us, or falls apart.”

He took a few steps closer and knelt beside Vaughtar to get a better look at the man. With pen and paper ready Charles thought of his first question.

“First off: what’s your name? You’ve got a name haven’t you, or should we just call you ‘Mister freeze-pop? Though I suppose that could get to be a bit of a mouthful in the break room.” 

Charles had a friendly smile plastered on his face. Specifically, the one that street performers use to try and lure in tourists.

“Moving on. What were you saying just now? Were you here trying to capture someone or were you part of all this…” He gestured around the ruined room at large but pausing slightly over the scuffed circles they had been examining. “Either way we can help if you just tell us a few things.”