You enter William's study. The acolytes look at you.

"He's busy. You can come to confession later."

You ignore them, the determination to find the monk stronger than ever. You push open the heavy wooden door and see him writing.

"I'm busy." You don't back down. "Come back later." He looks at your figurwe, but sees no sign of retreat. Sighing, he gives in.

"Fine, what now?"