Rummel Abellion clapped two of its four hands together. "Excellent! I do so appreciate cooperation. Now then, Nero already knows what needs to be done. But there's a proper order to these things. Please let us move this along promptly."
It moved across the chamber floor with surprising grace despite its strange appearance, stopping at a point perhaps thirty feet from where Arthur and Jacob lay.
"The center of the array goes here," it said, tapping one clawed foot against the fungus-covered stone. "Nero, if you would? I shall now bestow onto you the pattern. Ready yourself."
Nero straightened, grimacing as he tried to stifle his discomfort and unease. He walked forward and braced himself with his dagger still clutched in his good hand. Rummel Abellion raised one finger and pressed it to his forehead again.
This time, Nero was more prepared for the flood of information. But that didn't make it any less overwhelming.
