Arveth let the room do what it was going to do. I watched him watching it, like someone who's been in too many rooms to be surprised and too polite to interrupt. He waited for the loudest part to pass. When it did, he spoke.
"I am here," he said, "because something that has been running through my territories for a very long time has been disturbed. I tracked the source of that disturbance to this location."
He looked at the floor, then at the ceiling. He treated both as equally informative, which is the kind of neutrality I appreciate in a man who talks about territories. "The source is in this structure, or beneath it. I cannot determine which with precision. Three days ago it registered below this floor. Yesterday, above me. This morning it is neither, or both, and I have not yet established which of those is accurate."
"That sounds like it's moving," Brenne said.
