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Feeling as though he had already covered the reasoning, Airey was disinclined to repeat himself. However, when one considered the dangers of this particular department and how those dangers amplified when one did not know what was going on...the department head smacked his lips together, still feeling entirely too parched, and accepted reality. "As is with the majority of this department, an oversaturation of magic has its repercussions ...a couple of years ago, if you all recall, the rock pillows became sentient and formed a golem that wrecked havoc." Thankfully said havoc had mostly been isolated to the Hall of Prophecy. "The drawers, cabinets, and such..." he continued, gesturing around. "Have likewise done so over the years. While this does have a certain benefit of additional security and protection...there is also a certain...perfectionism that comes with it as well. Thus, seeing as the Chamber of Codes itself has decided that the organizational method was no longer efficient or best suited to its needs...well..." He clapped his hands together and then held them out in a sort of defeat. "Up to us to complete the manual labor."
Yes, manual. Too many objects in this chamber had undesirable responses to magic.
While Anya and Indigo got straight to it, he turned his head towards Dottie and couldn't help the dry sarcasm that escaped his mouth in a breathy laugh. "The Chamber may say that it is you...well...all of us...have forsaken it. Though we all could have done without it being so haughty about it."
Still holding the trident, though now a bit awkwardly as he had had it leaning against his chest, tucked under his arm and sandwiched in his arm bit, and generally anywhere on his person to keep it from clunking against the floor, Airey's attention turned to Jane and found himself entirely too distracted by the mention of a fountain.
Fountain. Water. Singing?
"Pardon me," he said rather abruptly, seemingly not even acknowledging the Unspeakable and what she had just reported to him. "Take this." And he proceeded to offer her the trident. "Perhaps you and Dottie...or everyone, can examine it and sort out how best to store it. Carefully. It is very important. I will...just be a moment..."
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