The Bishop's room was almost identical to an ordinary nobleman's. A desk at the far end for the Bishop's, then a table and sofa for the guests in front of him.
"It's been a while since we've seen each other, Allen," Bishop Nicholas said.
Nicholas spoke to Allen as if he knew him intimately, but he didn't remember Nicholas's face. He had never really paid attention to him.
All he knew was that Nicholas had round glasses and was pale.
Now that he looked again, he paid more attention to his face. Bishop Nicholas' eyes radiated comfort, plus the wrinkles on his cheeks and under his eyes gave him a good old-fashioned grandfatherly vibe. It was very different from Master Rodion, whose wrinkles were on his forehead and above his eyes, evidence that he was angry more often than he smiled.
