“ICARUS!”
The lead mines are empty, save for the automatons, but Icarus it seems has not yet returned home.
“Ah… he’s still out. I suppose I will just have to wait for him.”
The Sorcerer glances at @lead-spider
“You don’t talk do you?”
The automaton shakes its tiny head. Evidently not, but it doesn't seem particularly upset about it either.
“Well, perhaps he will return soon.”
The Sorcerer finds a chair to sit in.
“I hope he does get back soon. I have news concerning the Sorcerer’s Crown that I think he would like to hear.”
The spider sitters across the floor, presumably to some generator, receptacle, or mana relay.
Curious, the Sorcerer follows it.
The spider seals into some sort of receptacle, then a huge burst of magical energy fills the room. It quickly flows out, and this repeats multiple times over the next few minutes. The lights, presumably kept up by this energy, flicker out. The spider remains there, lifeless.
