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) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm
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This is the first. There was, shall we say... several hiccups before we properly got started, but we expect the best of you. You are survivors, after all.
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We must be a very special group of people, then.
[never mind that half of us are completely insane and the other half don't deserve this, it's fine!!]
Thank you for answering my questions. I'm certain I'll stop by again in the future - I certainly don't mind sharing more of what I know or my speculations if it means I'll get to ask you more questions.
But for now I'll take my leave. Good evening, Rembrandt.
[And even though Rembrandt might not be able to see it, he stands and offers a rather polite bow (especially considering what he's been giving everyone else) before taking his leave.
There's certainly a lot to think about, after all.]