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

[inordertobelieve]

They're not afraid of you being professional in the sense of not allowing yourself to be casual. They're afraid of your actual profession.

[ He is not as sure of this as he makes it seem, but hey, it's an attempt. ]

[dominioned]

[ There's the sound of leather hitting leather. ]

That's one way to put it!