He can't help his glance toward Benedict as their steady climb up the tower inevitably brings them past the Harrowing chamber. (Surely there will be an unquiet spirit or two here, if anywhere.) Still, given their earlier conversation, he wonders if Benedict even recognizes it at a glance the way any Southern Circle mage would. Julius doesn't hesitate, exactly, but it doesn't feel kind to actively point out the nature of the place.

On the other hand, Benedict may have enough context to guess without help. The grand space, well-lit in a way none of the rooms on lower floors are, but cool with the light filtered through stained glass. The remarkably tall ceilings supported by columns. The stands to hold the lyrium. It's a space designed to make sure that observers know the importance of what takes place within. Even granting cultural differences, it is unique when compared to the rest of the tower.

Still, Julius waits for Benedict to ask. To comment, if he's going to, or perhaps to venture inside.