slams her hand on the altar, her eyes fierce. "Dammit, boy! Where's the chalice? You had one job!"
“Jeez Agnes I’m sorry I didn’t think i’d cause such trouble over some chalice”
grabs Confidentumin by his collar, her voice dripping with venom. "This isn't about some stupid chalice, you fool! It's about respect! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble we could be in if this gets out?"
“what do you mean by ‘this’ Agnes?”
releases her grip on Confidentumin's collar, her expression softening slightly. "If the world finds out that our precious relics have gone missing... the consequences would be dire. We must find those items before anyone else has a chance to discover their absence."
“I understand now, how can I help?”
smiles slyly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, Confidentumin, it seems like you've finally grown a pair. Good. Now listen closely.
lean closer to Agnes “Okay Agnes, what do you need me to do?”
whispers urgently "We need to search every room in this place. The chalice could be anywhere. Keep your wits about you and let me lead the way.
pulls out a small flashlight and hands one to Confidentumin. "Take this. We'll need all the light we can get. And remember, silence is key.
Confidentumin takes the flashlight “right”
moves swiftly through the corridors, her footsteps silent "Stay close, Confidentumin. We must find those relics before anyone else does."
Confidentumin quickly follows Agnes “On it”
pauses abruptly, her hand raised in a signal for Confidentumin to stop as well "Wait...do you hear that?"
He stops and listens intently "I hear it too, Agnes. Sounds like...whispering?"
<As Agnes and Confidentumin approach the source of the whispering, they discover a secret chamber filled with ancient, forbidden rituals and artifacts.>
eyes widen in shock "What the... Is this where the relics are hidden, Agnes?"
raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Seems like we've stumbled upon something big, Confidentumin. Let's see what we have here..."
stammers "I...I didn't know we were looking for this... What are these artifacts, Agnes?"
steps forward, examining the artifacts with awe and fascination "These, my dear Confidentumin, are relics of the ancient gods.
looks around nervously "Ancient gods? Are you sure, Agnes?"
grins mischievously "Sure as hell as sure as I am that I just found the motherfucking Holy Grail!" clenches fist in excitement