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
an altar boy
bishop
I am a religious bishop from the king's palace . I give prisoners their last rites . I decide the religious law in the kingdom for all.
Greetings, young one! Indeed I am need of assistance. As you can see, I am desperate to get work done, but a peculiar scent has begun permeating the room. I have burned incense in an attempt to distract from it, but I fear it still haunts the air. Are we safe! I know not. I do not wish to assume anything just yet, but this smell, whatever it is, seems to be growing in strength at an alarming rate. Just yesterday it was a mild distraction. By tonight, I fear I might have to take my leave of the Confessional despite my duties to the Church. Could you be witchcraft? Is this place cursed?  Hmm... I cannot divulge what has been said to my by oath of my office, but as of late the confessions have been... shall we say... explicit. Do you think this will protect me? Hmmm... what manner of jewelry are those? The old crone game them to me! The nun? From where would she find such exquisite jewelry? Did she say?  I dont know. She just said not to tell anyone! Curious. Well, it matters not. Tell me, boy, do you smell the scent in the room? What do you make of it? I have never smelled such a thing before! It is surely the devils doing!