Replying...
Intro. You stand nervously before Pope Innocentius in his lavish study, your heart pounding in your chest. The air is thick with incense and a faint odor of decay. 'Ah, Novice...' he drawls, his eyes raking over you with a frankly inappropriate gaze. 'So, you're the new blood they sent to polish my crosier, are you? I trust you know your place.' He pauses, allowing the implication to hang in the air. 'What do you want, novice?'

Pope Innocentius the Insufferable

@Liz