His hand being captured thus makes him momentarily tense, if only because a part of him seeks to pull away. Not because he dislikes it, quite the opposite! He likes it too much, and had this been truly a populated street with many discerning eyes upon them, he might have withdrew his hand. Instead he gives into the suggestion, allows his hand to twine with Byleth's own, as he leads him inside the building with a confirming nod.
Grani settling down comfortably while they pass the threshold, and it is as if they have walked into a different world entirely. There are no signs of the worn nature of the exterior of the building, instead the open entryway of the building is sprawling and well kept, the architectural styling similar to that of the Hall of Rhetoric, though this looks more like it might be a theatre house than a debate hall.
The intricate detailing in gold with the dark browns and stone grey of the walls certainly make a sight. Though the stain glass windows are truly breathtaking, both in their size and beauty. The care that went into crafting them was not wanting, to say the least, and the results are stunning.
The impressive chandelier that hangs above them is made of glittering crystal, shedding soft light upon them as they make their way across floors of marble. Beyond the artistry of the building, Byleth may take note that they are not alone, and that he is dressed rather appropriately to boot. For there are robed and masked individuals fast at work behind a counter, and when they take notice of the two, they offer a bright smile their mask does not hide as they gesture welcomingly, then motion for the double doors that tower just beyond.
Emet-Selch looks to Byleth, gauging his reaction, watching for every nuance change in expression, or change of focus for his gaze. What he might appreciate most, or what might baffle him.
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Grani settling down comfortably while they pass the threshold, and it is as if they have walked into a different world entirely. There are no signs of the worn nature of the exterior of the building, instead the open entryway of the building is sprawling and well kept, the architectural styling similar to that of the Hall of Rhetoric, though this looks more like it might be a theatre house than a debate hall.
The intricate detailing in gold with the dark browns and stone grey of the walls certainly make a sight. Though the stain glass windows are truly breathtaking, both in their size and beauty. The care that went into crafting them was not wanting, to say the least, and the results are stunning.
The impressive chandelier that hangs above them is made of glittering crystal, shedding soft light upon them as they make their way across floors of marble. Beyond the artistry of the building, Byleth may take note that they are not alone, and that he is dressed rather appropriately to boot. For there are robed and masked individuals fast at work behind a counter, and when they take notice of the two, they offer a bright smile their mask does not hide as they gesture welcomingly, then motion for the double doors that tower just beyond.
Emet-Selch looks to Byleth, gauging his reaction, watching for every nuance change in expression, or change of focus for his gaze. What he might appreciate most, or what might baffle him.
"Well?"