He turned back to the creature, his mind working furiously through his options. Every path led to the same conclusion.
He needed Rummel Abellion's help, whatever it was.
"What kind of seals?" he asked.
The creature's posture straightened immediately, like a dog who'd just been given a treat.
"These seals ancient ones. Powerful ones, beyond your comprehension or understanding. But nothing you can't handle, I'm sure. After all, you managed to find this place, didn't you? That takes a rather special kind of person, does it not? The kind who can see things others cannot."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Patience, young man. We are getting to that." Rummel Abellion began to pace, its four arms gesturing as it spoke. "The seals that bind me are complex. They require specific actions, specific words, and specific... ingredients, shall we say. Things that only someone with your particular talents and grace could provide."
Nero's eyes narrowed. "My particular talents..."
