The three branches all connected to each other by the one common room. Affectionately called the foyer; upon entering there were three doors. Each taller than the average man but far too narrow to allow anything but single file into its holds. Behind each door there was a stretch of hallway that retrospective led off into a different chamber that would be conducting spot for each branch. From the right was the Theologian Branch, easily notable from the outside by its large expanse of building and fashioned after an old temple. The door upon its left was the Military Branch, neatly tucked between the bosom of the other two branches for obvious reasons. There were doors that led into each area from the military areas to allow the ease of those deeper within to come and go. Not to mention the ease of an attack should it ever happen. Further in the span of the left did the Inquisitorial Branch come next. Smaller than the other two by construction it was no less important to the structure of The Order. Seeming to enjoy the saintly number of three; there was only one other door within the room. It had been stretched over top of the other three, pushed a little further in and only accessible from this location by a long arching stairway. Less of a place of action like the other three, it acted like a meeting space for those who maintained command for the three areas. With the conjunction of the Holy Father. The foyer was generically simple. Shaped in a nave to keep some semblance of a basilica church. Bland with only a few pieces of tapestry or potted plants to bring some life within the cold stone walls. Sconces shaped from hot iron had been constructed to the inner walls as the vaulting of the roof made it almost impossible to spread enough light during the evening. Only few gothic styled windows, paired with flying buttresses pulled the light from the outside in. Musing privately as he stood waiting in the foyer for his companion; did he study the detail of the room. Like he had hundreds of times before, no less leaving an impression that the time before. The gentle creak of the leather straps pulled as he inhaled, the chainmail beneath the plate clinking against itself. The sword at his hip and silk from his right shoulder to his left rib seemed to be the only real sense of colour comparison to the magnesium colouring of the plate. "Are you waiting for someone in particular?" Another attending Order member asked as they seen him standing silently within. A quick look over surmised that she was from the Theologian side of things. A long brown dress laced her from shoulder to ankle, as the dark brown hair upon her head had been pulled into a neat side braid. Gently he smiled though it might not have been correct to call it a smile due to its lack of size or warmth. "I am, Ophieth." Her gaze widened somewhat at being addressed. After all he did spend the time learning everyone's name as he was never too sure when they may be of use to him. "If I grow bored of waiting, I am sure they will locate me. Thank you. Please," Pushing the ball of his foot to slide himself back a bit, a palm offered the way towards the branch she hailed from. "Do not let me keep you any longer." Confused by his tone or that there lack of; she nodded. "Oh, yes well okay. Um, if you need anything;" The apples of her cheeks took on a pink undertone upon realizing she did not have the same sort of ability to recall names of others; like he did. "Edric." Deepening the tilt of his chin with a mild suggestion of respect, he'd peer back over top of the girl towards the three doors. The conversation was over before it had a chance to begin. Taking note of it the girl gave three exact blinks, scratched her head, turned and promptly disappeared behind the first door. For now he would wait and continue musing about the architecture of the building. Yes, quite splendid it was.