Sorry Donnie, those maws and horns and antlers are pretty much all that's in this room. Aside from a big comfortable armchair, and a single bookshelf near the fireplace for ambiance, that's about it. At least there's no reason for anyone but the base commander to come in here, so he can take a moment to close his eyes and recover-once he gets the grate open.

For Angelika, things are proceeding to a...middle. She is making peace with the camp chaplain and assuring him that even if she finds some heresy Konrad won't pin it on him, instead praising his good sense and ample...generosity. Even if she feels her skin crawl for saying that to a man who oversees the spiritual health of a dangerous, maybe even deliberately so, mine.