The psyker that Lucius called a minion cringed quite abruptly as... [i]something[/i] happened, bringing him back into the real world. Lucius didn't claim to know anything about how psychic powers worked, but he assumed the minion had failed after all. What a pity. Maybe he'd be more amusing if thrown to the next horde of Armsmen they came across...

'M-my master... he, uh, said nothing that wasn't yelling about some prophecy,' the worm admitted, cringing with anticipation all over again in the real world, 'but I DID manage to roughly determine where he is in relation to us! A few floors up, and a few hundred meters ahead of our current location!' That, Lucius admitted, was somewhat surprising, raised eyebrows briefly revealing as much within the voidsuit.

'Impressive,' he capitulated, nodding once as a gesture of respect before his expression returned to the usual blank slate. 'For your talent, rather. Nonetheless, that does help up substantially. Zuriel, I can't believe I have to ask you about your abilities a second time: you wouldn't happen to be able to get us to our destination quickly, would you?' Even as he said this, he was already on the move in the right direction, and fast, though as he walked he couldn't help but wonder what exactly the peon had meant by "prophecy". Had Xepherial had some prophecy or another made about him...?

[@Klomster]