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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[psychophant]

[Resilient enough...? What does that mean? Is the process of getting back to their worlds not a sure one, or is it merely something that has the potential to return with practice and study?]

I see. I must admit I am very curious about that, but I suppose such questions are best saved for later.

[There's certainly no guarantee any of them will be going home, after all.]

Thank you for your time this evening, Rembrandt. I appreciate the answers you've given me.

[...]

But before I go, I did ask you one more question than you asked me. Do you have anything else to ask tonight?

[dominioned]

[ A chuckle. ]

My, I really must be tired—it's been quite some time since I've had to run around putting out so many fires caused by idiots. But no, I do not. While I much prefer to deal in transactions, I am not unacquainted with generosity. [ This one's on the house. ]

[psychophant]

[Idiots, huh?]

You have my thanks, then. I appreciate your generosity.

[It's not sarcastic!]

I'll take my leave then. Once again, you have my thanks.

[There's certainly plenty to think about, even if today's meeting was rather short.]