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

[bawcock]

If a thief didn't leave a lasting impression on you, I'd say it's a good thing. Guys like me are better off in the shadows, not out in the daylight for all the world to see.

[ Nevermind that he got caught before, whatever, whatever. ]

[dominioned]

Their life above ground is rather limited, yes. [ Shadows, above ground, we're making all kind of allusions here. ]

[bawcock]

Coming from you, that almost sounds threatening. [ But he lacks context here and thus can't read into it deeply. If there's even anything to read into. ]

[dominioned]

Your intuition isn't mistaken. [ Just a lil' bit. ]

[bawcock]

Too bad that intuition doesn't help me understand any of this. You and the Lady are two big, giant mysteries to me.

Everyone else here, too.

[dominioned]

Time is the answer to all things, or so I've heard. And speaking of time... [ A beat passes as he ostensibly checks a clock of some sort. Or so the silence implies at least. ]

Quite some time has passed, and I do have other matters to attend to.

[bawcock]

Huh. Never thought I'd see a priest kicking someone out of their confessional.

[ He does stand up though, preparing to leave. He doesn't have to be told twice. ]