In a place of such grim wonders as the Verimos Cathedral, one would be hard pressed to notice any one peculiarity amongst so many. Least of all, the faint glint of tarnished metal only barely shining out from beneath the labyrinth of shadows that twisted and writhed between the imposing statues that lined the edifice. One would have to be of uncommon perceptiveness to notice the frantic click of gears, spinning in a frenzy to propel one another to their destination.

Indeed, the little mechanical creature had found little of interest to show its master, his face stern, gazing idly through the tight-fitting lense perched in front of his left eye. Perhaps it was out of sheer paranoia that the tiny automaton was sent skuttling out into the far reaches of the sanctum. More likely, the motive was idle curiosity; a gnawing desire to increase familiarity with this most wholly unfamiliar of places.

The master of the machine stood quiet and distant, focused on the unknowable thoughts churning like tempestuous currents in his head. His stark gray hair and pristine white coat made him stand out against the tenebrous chamber in which he stood, but, much as he stuck out, he seemed more distracted than uncomfortable.

The single eye of his that was visible lit up with excitement at the revelation of the woman in the mirror. In a heart beat, eight glittering legs of brass-colored alloy came dashing across the cathedral to the strange artifact. The clicking and clacking of the spider's movement was accompanied with the sound of a voice, at once enthusiastic and monotone, straining to be heard without shouting. 

"What a fascinating object." the man said. "Care to share how it works?"