Private Conversations

[dominioned]

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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[dominioned]

Next time, then. [ Folding his hands loosely on the table. ]

That and....he was rather young. The foolishness of youth and so on, it has it's advantages as well as it's drawbacks. For instance, she certainly doesn't believe any one of you can breach both the castle wall and her traps. [ He tips his head with a small smile. ]

[bawcock]

[ There's a good chance he won't do it next time either.

He's curious about what "rather young" means in Rembrandt's eyes but, well, when you're called out... gotta say something. So he smiles sheepishly, lifts his hands up, and shrugs. ]

If you want to get specific, it wasn't one of us. Every good thief needs a partner in crime. Go it alone and you're bound to get caught—not that having a lookout did much for me. [ Zangetsu did his best though. ]

[dominioned]

Ah, so he was the other one I sensed beyond the wall. A curious choice in partner. [ Yeah he sounds like he agrees with Erik there, #lonewolf lyfe. ]

[bawcock]

[ He's about to ask who Rembrandt wouldn't find curious, but— ]

Wait, sensed? Is that how you've been catching me all this time?

[dominioned]

[ Smile. ]

Yes. There's little point in hiding when walls and other camouflage mean nothing to me.