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Felton knuckled his mustache as he mulled it over.

Seeing as they had little to lose he gave in and nodded.

"Alright. I suppose we could try."

The chief then set out with Kupeyak to the jail. Which was in another building meaning they had to go outside for a spell, but that short time proved cold enough to hammer home the fact that staying out in the these hinterlands during the night was practically a death warrant of your own making.

The jailhouse was small and kept warm by a black stove. It did little though as was evident by the burned man behind bars shivering in his cel.

Once inside and with the door closed behind them chief Felton turned on an oil lamp that revealed his breath condensing even inside.

The wind howled against the windows outside.

"Here he is." The chief revealed, holding the lamp to the bars.

The charred skin sat down on the floor and did not wear a jacket or even furs, his chest was bare and covered in burn scars. He squinted up at the source of light.