Much like Craven earlier, all Tenebrae could do at first was stare.
Guests, Quiver had said. How innocent-sounding. But Tenebrae was never unaware of the arrival of guests from outside the Temple, so he wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Someone let them in without informing the High Priest? No one tried to stop them? Quiver had shown them to the High Priest's office?
Without thinking about it, Tenebrae steeled himself against any form of mental attack, or psychic influence.
It was... odd. The man who'd spoken was unlike any sorcerer Tenebrae had ever met before. Shorts and a t-shirt, like he was living on a beach. Sandals, showing bare feet that didn't have even the blue tinge of cold in them, despite being far underground. Upright, tall, and confident. American. Inexplicably laid-back, if his initial behaviour was anything to go by. It threw Tenebrae off-guard. Black curly hair, cheerful, someone Tenebrae could tell instantly he wouldn't like.
Behind him, Valkyrie Cain. The young girl was regarding him with the same wariness she'd had when Solomon first took her to the Temple. The wariness had worn off, in time. Now it was back. She was next to a teenage boy who Tenebrae had to guess was Fletcher Renn, still hanging around even though Skulduggery Pleasant had long since been rescued. That surprised him. Behind them, Erskine Ravel, who met his gaze levelly and with a faint smile on his own face.
A faint smile of amusement. Tenebrae frowned. "I'm sure you're not here simply to have fun at my own expense. Who are you?"
He directed the last words at the stranger, and didn't follow them up with 'and what are you doing here?' He knew exactly why they were here. The only thing that confused him was why they were taking such a direct approach.
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Guests, Quiver had said. How innocent-sounding. But Tenebrae was never unaware of the arrival of guests from outside the Temple, so he wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Someone let them in without informing the High Priest? No one tried to stop them? Quiver had shown them to the High Priest's office?
Without thinking about it, Tenebrae steeled himself against any form of mental attack, or psychic influence.
It was... odd. The man who'd spoken was unlike any sorcerer Tenebrae had ever met before. Shorts and a t-shirt, like he was living on a beach. Sandals, showing bare feet that didn't have even the blue tinge of cold in them, despite being far underground. Upright, tall, and confident. American. Inexplicably laid-back, if his initial behaviour was anything to go by. It threw Tenebrae off-guard. Black curly hair, cheerful, someone Tenebrae could tell instantly he wouldn't like.
Behind him, Valkyrie Cain. The young girl was regarding him with the same wariness she'd had when Solomon first took her to the Temple. The wariness had worn off, in time. Now it was back. She was next to a teenage boy who Tenebrae had to guess was Fletcher Renn, still hanging around even though Skulduggery Pleasant had long since been rescued. That surprised him. Behind them, Erskine Ravel, who met his gaze levelly and with a faint smile on his own face.
A faint smile of amusement. Tenebrae frowned. "I'm sure you're not here simply to have fun at my own expense. Who are you?"
He directed the last words at the stranger, and didn't follow them up with 'and what are you doing here?' He knew exactly why they were here. The only thing that confused him was why they were taking such a direct approach.