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]

[ For a second he looks like he's deadpanning from up on the branch. ]

That would be incredibly heavy handed of me, wouldn't it?

[deadlygoals]

Would it?

[ Which part. Double treeing or new perspective. ]

Are you going to miss this place?

[dominioned]

Yes, the metaphor practically speaks for itself. [ def the perspective part. ]

Not at all, it's simply yet another place I've visited during my work tenure.