The insistence on being called by first name struck Nolan as odd given the general formality of the Domain, but he didn't press the issue.
"Thank you Josephine ." He took a seat next to her.
Numerous questions floated through his mind. So many things had been said or implied or NOT said about the Lancea Sanctum since Nolan's arrival that made him afraid to ask. Still, it had to be done. "Admittedly, I've been distracted by the trouble of settling in to a new city. I should have made contact a few weeks ago. Thus far, all the information I have had on the Lance has been secondhand. " A hand gestures towards the rest of court, landing on no one in particular. "Michael Travis mentioned himself as well as you and a Father Galilei as being among the faithful. Though, I've heard nothing of leadership nor operations. Can you tell me a bit more of the status of the Church?"
Genuine concern radiated in the Haunt's voice. There were city politics and clan politics, but this was far more important. Nolan's life was the Lancea Sanctum. It was what gave Purpose to the prospect of eternal unlife. He had to finally know the spiritual lay of the land. He needed it.