The Oracle had given him nothing, and he didn't feel able to sit still and drink tea with Daniela, the headmistress of the order of nuns who managed this Sanctuary.
"You don't even like tea," Daniela accused him finally.
Daniela folded her hands in her lap, her irritation at him replaced by interest.
"If Daniela finds you here, she'll flip out," he said without turning.
The door opened to reveal Daniela, the headmistress, a severe-looking woman wearing the brown robes of the convent.