Anton wasn't the only one who found Wreath's afterthought amusing. Erskine barked out a short laugh, too, but he didn't say anything. Wreath was right; the Temple would never just let a High Cleric go. Wreath was going to be in a whole lot of trouble for the rest of his life. At the moment, Erskine didn't care. And the idea that he might, or that he should... he just found laughable.

The fact that someone was calling Gabriel 'Gabe' did a surprising amount to make Erskine feel better. It dispelled some of the serious atmosphere. Sure, everything was going to hell in a handbasket, but at least they could be informal with the Archangel.

The Archangel.

Erskine started them on their slow trek deeper into the laboratories as he shook his head. "I haven't, no. But I've heard enough."

The fact that Solomon Wreath had apparently known about the Archangel even before Erskine did was no help whatsoever. The implication that the Archangel was the reason Solomon had given up Necromancy... actually, Erskine had no idea how he felt about that. Neutral, most likely. It made sense. And then another thought occurred to him, and Erskine's head turned towards Wreath a little more sharply than he intended. "You haven't converted, have you?"