The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.
A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.
"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"We're in a museum now, Harry.
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[ He's just speedy. ]
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[ He doesn't wanna say hi! ]
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Fine, have it your way.
[ Anyway, to get on topic... assuming the drugs were of a more reasonable strength this time, or? ]
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[ They were! Maybe just a touch too strong but not anything dangerous like last time. ]
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The Lady did indicate that you had quite an impressive reputation.
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