"Stay out of the Death Chamber." Nero's haunting voice filled the room, puncuated by a sharp tap of his cane against the tile floor. The large, grey puppy looked up from the tea leaves he was lapping up, and sauntered over to his master. "I have obtained a very deadly piece of art, and I do not wish to be disturbed as I study it." There was a pause, and a silent reminder to breath properly. Sometimes he forgot about the silly little things when he had a project on his mind. "And this will be our guard dog. Unlike the rest of us, he cannot be coerced or corrupted. No one can read or control his mind because he does not have much of one, do you?" Nero looked down at the magical mutt, the creature happily wagging it's tail.