On Campanella's advice, Chariot had come to the Circle of Creation to observe the strange, complicated mechanism embedded in the Westminster Cosmati Pavement. The scales of Stygia could grind down the value and worth of the the most complex arrangement of matter down to the furthest decimal point, but this mystery eluded the measurment abilities of his Sight, returning fluctuating values like INFINITE and FORTY TWO CENTS and THE DREAMS OF YOUR FATHER and 30 SHEKELS OF SILVER and GOOD INTENTIONS and AN OUNCE OF PREVENTION and A BIRD IN THE HAND and...
With a grunt, Chariot tore his gaze away to look up at the ceiling and shook his limbs to drive out the lead weights that made them feel dead. He must have been staring at that thing for hours.