Nero sat and listened intently to Jane's tale, nodding his head as she spoke, small "Mmhmm"'s escaping his lips. Resting a foot on his knee, the doctors shoes looked old and worn, a sharp contrast to his impeccably laundered clothes.
"Sounds like the department sent you where you really needed to be. Would Flamsteed have stopped the golem if you were keeping him busy at his office?" The doctor didn't expect her to answer, nor gave her the chance to. "There is always a golem, a dark wizard, Ministry of Monsters, or cursed artifact." The ministry was anything but boring.
"Well, stone golems are popular because they are easy to assemble: You just need rocks. Though dragging some boulders into the ministry might draw some attention, so taking taking the time and effort to transfigure a bunch of pillows would technically be possible if someone had the skill and inclination. It reminds me of the time that--" Before he could rant further, David's voice filled the room.
"Care to join us, Truebridge? No need to drop eaves, we're all friends here." A bit flippant, but it was a good question, and sparked another question that left Nero's mouth before the thought finished forming. "Do they know if any orbs are missing? Big golem makes a big distraction.."
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