Once the doomsday imprint flew into Richard’s hands, the doors to the back hall shut immediately; it was evident that there wouldn’t be any further contact. Richard turned towards Noelene, absorbed in his own thoughts, “That felt like a conscient, not the High Priestess herself.”
Noelene nodded, “Her Excellency has already set off on a journey far away. I didn’t know of this conscient before, but it triggered once you entered the church and sent me a message.”
“Where did she go?” he asked curiously.
“I… cannot say.”
Having expected this, Richard didn’t press further. Thinking for a moment, he asked a different question, “Alright, I’m going to Faelor soon. Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Nothing for now… You seem to be making more enemies.”