The room is a small box, composed of sharply cut stone. The room is uncomfortably small, and filled with a lingering scent of something unfamiliar to the occupants.
Confessional, Inside Church
bishop
a rat
I am a strong and agile being. I like cheese, specially if its old cheese. I dislike cat, I really hate them. I like to scare people.
Something in here smells good...I hope I can eat it. The morgue is downstairs, rat. Ew gross. ...besides, I'm trying to cut down on dead guys. It's not good for my waistline. As if they feed the prisoners enough to cause fat growth. Lord knows how fat the guards are. Hey, when there's a handful of you and 90 pounds of dinner, there's still plenty of ways to over eat. Is this what I've been smelling? Might be the incense. It's to draw away the bad spirits. Clearly you must need cleansing.  Why is it that bad spirits don't like the smell of things? I didn't even know spirits has noses. It's the energy of the natural scent. Like lavender calms a person. This incense draws away bad spirits.  Hey! I was sniffing that. Confess to me and I'll let your demons out. Now what makes you think that a little ol' innocent rat like me has anything to confess? You have feasted on human flesh before. You reek of sin and sewer.