Basilica Dominici
It is the main chapel that is most impressive, however, remarkable in its height and elegance- essentially a circular building, bound on all sides by columns and arches. There are other sculptures set in the alcoves and upon the roof, here, a tall spire stretching upward from the entire mass- spiraling into the heavens- capped in a gilded depiction of an eye, the simple of The One. In all times, the chapel is inviting, the entry chamber visible behind tall doors, partially open, a fire burning within, with deep and comfortable-looking couches set just within the oversized portals. All were welcome to enter freely, especially converts.
Rasday mass had just ended at the Basilica, and Sebastian rose with the rest of the throng. The rites and sermon had been comforting in their familiarity if not in their originality, but perhaps the young baron's troubled mind prevented full appreciation of the One's message that day.
For Sebastian was at the Basilica with an ulterior motive, a purpose beyond the normal communion with his god. He sought the paladin that had interviewed Beatrix the poet, Sir Lorin. Even in the short time they had been together Sebastian recognized the fervor that burned within the paladin's soul, and that made it almost certain Yin would be in attendance this morningtide. And even Sir Lorin was merely a means to an end, for the real quarry of his search was the paladin's acquaintance Constance, who Sebastian believed might be involved with Baron Kriesbon's sudden illness, and by extension with some plot by the newly-appointed Regent to increase his holdings in less than honourable fashion.
And so as the crowd milled down the aisles, heading for the exits that would land them on the Boulevard of Temples and off to enjoy their day of rest, Sebastian stood off to the side and cast his crisp blue eyes over the assemblage in search of his goal. Come on, he thought anxiously, show yourself. I know you must be here, maybe with the girl even. Wouldn't that be handy! What he would do with the pair, or the girl alone, Sebastian had not yet decided. It would largely depend on how they reacted to his questions. But he was determined to get answers - Cerise was counting on him, and that gave him a determination beyond much what he had felt before.
Dominicus, show your servant to me, that this nefarious act might be exposed and an innocent man spared. Sebastian sent the silent prayer toward the altar, hoping that at least in this place the One might answer a simple request.