Virchyu gulped, and crossed herself as she waited for Shaykh Godzwil to let her in for her report. She fingered a small vial of one of the sacraments, one meant to give her confidence and honesty. No. She knew better than that. Shaykh Godzwil preferred to converse and give instruction on as earthly a level as possible.
Finally, the door opened. The Shaykh stood in the entry, and Virchyu could easily read that he was displeased. She swallowed again, then bowed on one knee, taking his hand in hers and kissing it reverently.
“Esteemed Shaykh… If The Lord wills, I am here to give my report.”
The Shaykh stared down at her for a few seconds, his face impassive, reading her expression and body language. Finally, he stepped aside.
“Come in child. Be blessed.” the customary greeting felt colder than she had ever heard it. “I eagerly await your explanation.”
Virchyu stood, and entered. The room was mostly spartan and bare, but she knew the walls could spring to life in a dance of color and motion at any moment. Godzwil kept his back to her.
“So… report on your mission.”