"You see, we only needed a place to talk. Somewhere safe and unnoticeable."
The Historian eased the furious old woman. However, his efforts proved to be futile.
"No! Me place ain't somewhere ya blokes have to meet in'"
She gestured to the walls of the room.
"Can'tcha see? It's cramped like hell!"
The Historian merely laughed.
"Cramped? I see through your lies, Karah.."
With those words, the room expanded at a rapid pace. Doors appeared on the empty walls, stairs manifested near the corner, and the entire surroundings looked completely different!
"See? Spacious enough, right?"
Karah gritted her teeth.
Once the room expanded, Cetas noticed various details hanging on the wall.
The most particular one being the Church's uniform. He noticed the silver lining, gold embroidery, and most of all, the badge that all members of the Church have.
Noticeably, the symbol in the uniform's chest had hues of gold overpowering silver. Its ratio was about 75:25.
