The warm glow of the crystal chandeliers illuminated the nave of the church.
Count Falco walked slowly into the hall, his steps muffled by the thick, pale yellow wool carpet beneath his feet.
By now, night had fallen deeply, leaving only one late-duty priest in the church.
"How may I assist you?"
"I'm looking for Archbishop Agani."
The old priest immediately furrowed his brows, "I apologize, but it's quite late. The Archbishop has retired for the night. You can come back tomorrow…"
"Count Falco." The retired Archbishop appeared in the hall, greeting Count Falco, "Please, follow me."
Count Falco gave an apologetic smile to the old priest and followed the retired Archbishop towards the back of the church.
During his mission to Winterfell City, his father, Marquis Dawson, had asked him to find a way to meet with Archbishop Agani.
