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.

Comments

[pr159]

Hm.

[ Should have asked him about himself instead, he would have given you more interesting answers instead of vaguely redirecting!! ]

One more thing before that -- what happened with Yuzuru yesterday. What brought that on?

[dominioned]

[ Maybe next time! ]

Eavesdropping is terrible, yes?

[pr159]

Depends on exactly what one is listening in on, I suppose.

[dominioned]

In this case, the very definition of a private conversation. The Lady couldn't very well permit such a terrible grievance, and so Yuzuru was dealt with.

[pr159]

I see. I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

[ Probably a good thing to know since he actually loves eavesdropping.

Well. ]

Next time, then.