Nero was uncharacteristically quiet while the other two spoke. He was rather focused for a man who had a anecdote for every occasion. Once Jane finished, Nero rose without a word, and approached the dais. Inspecting his empty teacup, he looked toward the wizard and witch, before dropping it on the stone floor. "You may know more about prophecy than you think."
Nero was looking down at the teacup, examining the pieces as if they had something to say. "You were looking for Flamsteed's office, and ended up in the Hall of Prophecy while it were under attack by a golem. Flamsteed, the person who you were looking for, shows up, and takes care of the problem. It is the Hall of Prophecy, not the Hall of Chance. You were meant to be there for some reason. What do you think that reason might be, Ms. Howard?"
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