As you ask about what else there is to know about Regina, the first witch scoffs. "Have you ever met someone who believed, so thoroughly and completely and sincerely, that everything and everyone belonged to her, that all who believed otherwise were simply deluded?"
"Don't be so reductive," the second witch replies. "Whatever you think of her personally, she has the power to assert whatever she damn well believes on us. When she led us to safety across the wasteland all those months ago, going from hideout to hideout looking for somewhere stable we could live, I don't doubt for a moment that she could have done all the fighting by herself. As far as I'm concerned, she's the rightful queen, and I'm sure many others here believe it too, even if they would rather serve the New Gods.">>716875
"Vell, vell! I mean no offenze, but I didn't guezz you'd be interested in mein vork. Come in, come in."
He leads you inside, his office is a cozy, small thing, made so by the stacks of books and scrolls surrounding him, far more than the packed shelves could hold. He brings over some more chairs for Renee and the goos. A big bowl of soup sits on his desk. "Zo… vhat iz it I can help vith? I've moztly been cataloging the technology and magics of the local kingdomz, trying to preserve all that ve can from the Old Vorld. Have you found zomething you vant me to appraize, perhapz?">>716876>>716870
"Ah, he's with you?" the guards say in tandem. "He invited himself right in, walking clean through the wall. Is he always in such a hurry?"
The guards come to the doors, and unlock them, pushing them open for you. >>716871
As you examine the building's memories, you get a glimpse of a faint and murky vision, clouded with thick, curling incense. https://youtu.be/92Qng82QtHE
You see a crowd of witches praying atop the mats for a time, circled about the pit in the floor, while white smoke fills the room, curling about from the incense burners. In time, the incense starts to gather in the pit, pooling there in its depths, and then it starts to rise, in the shape of some indistinct bird. The worshippers begin to rise, their faces a shape of ecstacy and incoherence, awash in rapture and awe. As the white bird begins to fly about the room, they try to follow it, walking around the room after it.
At the same time, you see a tall, lanky crystal pony, wearing an Ecclesian jacket, with a black septagram badge pinned to the lapel, wearing a tall, dome-topped hat with a flower in the side. His eyes have dark circles, and his body is a collage of different crystal types. He seems unaffected by the ritual, and seems to be unseen by the worshippers. He carries a large velvet bag under one arm, but quickly puts it into his hat, where it vanishes. Shrugging, he takes his leave of the building by walking toward a wall, and pushing on it. The section of wall spins about, as if it were a revolving door, and he vanishes after crossing the threshold. The wall goes back to normal after he's gone.