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

[dominioned]

About as interesting as the rest I have spoken to. It would be terrible to play favorites, wouldn't it?

[deadlygoals]

I don't think anyone would mind if you did. This group you've picked out is largely a...colorful bunch.

[ Most are their own favorite person, while a few ango already play favorites. ]

[dominioned]

Hoh, but that assumes that I care what any of you think.