Gabe seemed to know exactly where he was going, so Erskine didn't try to figure it out. He did commit to memory the path they were taking, though. It was a leftover habit from the war, whenever the mission included entering caves, structures designed like mazes, or enemy strongholds. You never relied on someone else to remember the way back. You never knew if you'd be finding the way back by yourself.
The Temple, though, seemed to go on forever underground. On further consideration, it made sense, given that there were people who never left the place. All the storage, bedrooms, training areas, living quarters, presumably and hopefully indoor gardens - of course the place would have to be huge. But they had to be well out from under the graveyard by now.
"You get used to it," he heard Valkyrie mutter while he smiled at a passing confused Necromancer. "Well, about as much as you can get used to cold and damp places, anyway."
"You have no idea how hard I'm trying not to Teleport," Fletcher muttered back, his teeth clenched hard and knuckles white. Erskine couldn't really blame him. If he could get the hell out of Dodge like that, he'd be seriously considering it too.
"Just breathe," he told the boy. "But if you have to, try not to take any of us with you."
Gabe's accent startled Erskine into silence. It fit the Archangel like a glove, and it was weird. Weird because it shouldn't have fit him at all. Gabe looked, if anything, vaguely middle-Eastern, which was about as far away from the Southern United States as you could possibly get, and yet it sounded like he'd lived his entire life there. Quite apart from the whole weirdness factor, didn't Skulduggery insist on a more believable disguise at some point?
For a given definition of 'believable.'
Nathaniel Quiver was the first Necromancer Erskine recognised. He immediately tensed, ready for a fight, no matter how much Gabe had implied there wouldn't be one. Necromancers were untrustworthy by nature, and Erskine was not going to take any chances with one who stood right beside the man who would have given the order for Wreath to be captured.
So when Quiver didn't put up even a verbal objection and turned to lead them straight to Tenebrae, Erskine was left to try and work off the additional adrenaline that had built up with a frown on his face. Not Gabe's influence, surely. Was it?
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The Temple, though, seemed to go on forever underground. On further consideration, it made sense, given that there were people who never left the place. All the storage, bedrooms, training areas, living quarters, presumably and hopefully indoor gardens - of course the place would have to be huge. But they had to be well out from under the graveyard by now.
"You get used to it," he heard Valkyrie mutter while he smiled at a passing confused Necromancer. "Well, about as much as you can get used to cold and damp places, anyway."
"You have no idea how hard I'm trying not to Teleport," Fletcher muttered back, his teeth clenched hard and knuckles white. Erskine couldn't really blame him. If he could get the hell out of Dodge like that, he'd be seriously considering it too.
"Just breathe," he told the boy. "But if you have to, try not to take any of us with you."
Gabe's accent startled Erskine into silence. It fit the Archangel like a glove, and it was weird. Weird because it shouldn't have fit him at all. Gabe looked, if anything, vaguely middle-Eastern, which was about as far away from the Southern United States as you could possibly get, and yet it sounded like he'd lived his entire life there. Quite apart from the whole weirdness factor, didn't Skulduggery insist on a more believable disguise at some point?
For a given definition of 'believable.'
Nathaniel Quiver was the first Necromancer Erskine recognised. He immediately tensed, ready for a fight, no matter how much Gabe had implied there wouldn't be one. Necromancers were untrustworthy by nature, and Erskine was not going to take any chances with one who stood right beside the man who would have given the order for Wreath to be captured.
So when Quiver didn't put up even a verbal objection and turned to lead them straight to Tenebrae, Erskine was left to try and work off the additional adrenaline that had built up with a frown on his face. Not Gabe's influence, surely. Was it?