Gunther burst through the curtain as he heard the straps loosen, wondering how heavy leather straps could make Velcro sounds.  He pulled one of the syringes he had been preparing out of his coat and jabbed it into Thomas' shoulder, depressing the plunger hard.  The needle contained an extremely strong stimulant compound, sufficient to keep a man awake for many hours to come.<br/><br/>"I think you're going to need observation, and possibly a gag."  He announced, tightening up the man's straps.  He went to work on the other straps, tying down the monk's elbows and knees, placing tight straps around his chest, and strapping a final restraint around his waist, to keep him securely in the chair.  Gunther smirked.  The stimulant he just gave his subject would likely be sending him into heart palpitations at this point.  Perhaps directly threatening his life would give him a more healthy perspective on things.