Ah, but the Unspeakable would have been mistaken in thinking she was entirely alone in the Hall of Prophecy.

Heavy steps echoed throughout not five minutes after the woman had left, though it would be a grave error to assume there was any Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum-ing going on around here. Or was it?

A mass in the dark, a dull thud to a shelf, the ping of orbs striking the ground and rolling along it, the crunch of those same orbs shattering as it was crushed beneath those same heavy feet...