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[ It was one of those times where NOAH was still figuring out their way past the Labyrinth of the Ancients, and Nero was still lingering.

Today, though, he had found himself by the side of G'raha, when G'raha was taking a break. Not that Nero had been watching for it, of course not.

With a soft grunt, he flopped down next to him, holding a few of the tomestones that they'd been tasked to decyther. (Nero, honestly, had been asked not to join in this, but. Nero had waited until Rammbroes wasn't paying attention and stolen these ones.) ]

...You're all struggling with these?

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[ah.] Nero? [he shifts, making a small sound, putting his chin on Nero to cuddle a little.]

...Let's get moving. You could use a nap. [ A beat, though, as he remains in the hold. ] I could use a rest as well...

Coming around to the idea of it? [he grins, holding a little tighter for a moment.] All right. Let's go!

[off he goes- that was the way he came from, so this way…]

[ There's still guiding lights, but they seem less focused, as Nero remains glued to G'raha. ]

...Elevator. This certain one wasn't a teleporter, because it was meant to be easily stopped in case of intruders.

[Well, he trusts Nero can do a good job when with G'raha as well. And he doesn't mean to let go.]

Right. Oh- invaders wouldn't be used to the teleporters, would they? So they'd take that instead, and then… they could be dealt with. Yes?

[ Which is good, because the lights are sort of flickering near the door they need, but Nero seems to be more focused on G'raha. ]

That's right. And the room we're going to? The stairs to it are well hidden. When I was looking at the maps, I couldn't find them.

Hidden… So somewhere very private- for someone important, perhaps?

[he stops near the flickering lights.] Is this the one we want?

It is.

[ The door opens, and once G'raha is in, the door closes. And then he finally answers that question. ] I couldn't quite understand the Allagan - but if it's this guarded, it must be.

Especially this deep into the Tower. [he settles back, attention of the elevator.] Well- I doubt anyone's there now to give us grief over it, but I do wonder…

[ And Nero seems so relaxed, as it moves. Well, as relaxed as the annoying orb can be, slightly rotating. ]

Please. You're royal now, raha. If anything, you should use your position.

[it's odd to feel! He assumes Nero's looking around, probably- adjusting his hold a little as he needs to.]

So this is what it feels like…? I suppose so- but I'm not sure what to do with it. Beyond- mm, I could claim a few rooms, couldn't I?

Hah - now you get it. The Emperor of Garlemald had his own spare houses, mind you - but even he had...

Servants. [ the voice seems to quiet to a rumble at that. right, hes an automation. what does that mean for him...? ]

Spare houses… They probably wouldn't have survived, but… it'd be nice to have been able to look at them.

Servants…? [he rumbles a little- holding closer.] I don't know- I wonder what that would be like, but having people like that…

Everything of his rulership is based on the teachings of Allag - improved, of course. But he's a sickly old man.

[ But he's rumbling softly, rotations stopping. Nero is uncomfortable with this. ] It's just how it goes. An emperor has servants - did you truly believe you could run all of this alone?

Mm… It's been- fifty years since he came to power, hasn't it?

[he rubs the orb, peering down with concern.]

I didn't think I was going to run an empire- just the Tower. Which- I doubt it's a one-person job, but I don't think I'd have servants. You wouldn't- want that kind of job, right?

Yes. I wonder who'll replace him? There's quite the political fight.

[ He's beeping softly. It's not his problem anymore. But then, he stops. The elevator is slowing to a stop as well, but there almost seems to be a gaze from the robot. If it had eyes. ] ...Even running the Tower is a large job, raha. Even with me inside. [ But he doesn't answer the next bit. ]

I suppose we'll find out, one way or another.

[there does! he looks back, gaze steady.] Mm… I thought that might be the case. Though you're a huge help, of course. It'll be a challenge, to keep and maintain it… even before trying to expand what we can do. But- there must be other people interested, who we could employ…

Please, with what gil. You're... I don't know what you do for a day job, but I'm on the run from Garlemald, if you weren't aware.

[ But the doors slide open, Nero letting out little beepy sigh. ] Of course, I'll be yours. Why not?

Hm… If we start developing something here to sell, perhaps…? We'll think of something.

Thank you. [he rumbles, a little, stepping out.] Let's see… It's not far, I hope?

Hah, it makes me wonder how Garlond makes so much. Look at him! And no, it's not far - just at the end of this hall.

[ The hall itself is short... but very fancy, with the softest rugs and a large door. Almost like... well. This has to be somewhere fancy. There's no cameras here, either. ]

People to help, perhaps…? We could ask.

[he whistles, just- standing on a rug for a moment. He'll have to take his boots off later, and see how they feel…]

It's very fancy here. For someone very important… I know I have the bloodline, but this is still a lot.

[and that's very nice- whoever got this spot clearly liked their privacy.]

You've earned it, 'raha. Unlocking these secrets took quite a bit.

[ Of course, when they get to the ornate door, and open it...

...It's thankfully a bedroom, but seems to be larger then any bedroom anybody would need. It's Nero who voices the next concern... ]

I... think this is Lord Xandes' room.

[he makes a sound that's some mix of astonishment and a little alarm, stopping to stare. Though-]

…well. We know he's not likely to come in, don't we?

[he ventures in a little further, looking around.]

…this is so much room, though. [what would he do with it all?]

Lord Xande is dead-- I sort of wish I didn't call him Lord, but it feels right.

[ Is it his programming? He hopes not. Nero hates his programming. But he is staring, the orb finally slightly leaving G'rahas' arms. And then, Nero lets it slip. ]

This is bloody bigger then my childhood house! And we had at least five crammed in there!

Mm… Perhaps it will change, given time.

[he makes another startled sound, shifting forwards.]

Five- siblings? I never knew… It is a bit excessive. There's space, and then some…

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