"I think Wizard sounds more stately," Ghastly told Solomon. "I'll stick with that for now."
"One of the Wicked Witch's flying monkeys overheard you, though," Valkyrie pointed out, making absolutely no effort to keep her voice down. "They're onto us."
Craven had been among the few who didn't laugh, lurking near enough to the doorway to see people when they came in, but probably also not standing too far from his Temple's High Priest. Just in case. Skulduggery ignored the expression of utter and pointless indignation on the man's face - at either Solomon's earlier question or Valkyrie's insinuation, it was difficult to judge - and started looking around for Tenebrae.
It didn't take too long to find the Necromancer, standing off to the side along with Nathaniel Quiver. Necromancers did tend to stand out, even as antisocial as they were. Especially for their antisocial tendencies, come to think of it. Insufferable people standing aloof while wearing all black were usually a pretty safe bet.
It was important Tenebrae didn't think Skulduggery knew, of course. It would defeat the whole purpose of the blackmail from before if he suspected. But it was impossible not to mark the occasion with something, and fortunately enough, Skulduggery's face was completely invisible to others once again.
It was a glare. Nothing more, because nothing more was needed, and Gabriel was quite right in pointing out that Tenebrae really had no bearing on what Skulduggery chose to do with his life now. Tenebrae was an answer, that was all. Answers didn't have to mean anything. Facts could be twisted into any which way or shape one needed - including no shape at all. That was what made them so versatile.
"I can guide you," Valkyrie offered. "It's not like there's anything more interesting for me to do."
"I show her history in the making," Skulduggery murmured to Ghastly. "She decides she'd rather lead a tin man around."
"She is a teenager," came Erskine's voice from behind them. "And to be honest, a bodyguard is probably a good idea. I was just coming to suggest it. Valkyrie, Solomon, be careful."
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"One of the Wicked Witch's flying monkeys overheard you, though," Valkyrie pointed out, making absolutely no effort to keep her voice down. "They're onto us."
Craven had been among the few who didn't laugh, lurking near enough to the doorway to see people when they came in, but probably also not standing too far from his Temple's High Priest. Just in case. Skulduggery ignored the expression of utter and pointless indignation on the man's face - at either Solomon's earlier question or Valkyrie's insinuation, it was difficult to judge - and started looking around for Tenebrae.
It didn't take too long to find the Necromancer, standing off to the side along with Nathaniel Quiver. Necromancers did tend to stand out, even as antisocial as they were. Especially for their antisocial tendencies, come to think of it. Insufferable people standing aloof while wearing all black were usually a pretty safe bet.
It was important Tenebrae didn't think Skulduggery knew, of course. It would defeat the whole purpose of the blackmail from before if he suspected. But it was impossible not to mark the occasion with something, and fortunately enough, Skulduggery's face was completely invisible to others once again.
It was a glare. Nothing more, because nothing more was needed, and Gabriel was quite right in pointing out that Tenebrae really had no bearing on what Skulduggery chose to do with his life now. Tenebrae was an answer, that was all. Answers didn't have to mean anything. Facts could be twisted into any which way or shape one needed - including no shape at all. That was what made them so versatile.
"I can guide you," Valkyrie offered. "It's not like there's anything more interesting for me to do."
"I show her history in the making," Skulduggery murmured to Ghastly. "She decides she'd rather lead a tin man around."
"She is a teenager," came Erskine's voice from behind them. "And to be honest, a bodyguard is probably a good idea. I was just coming to suggest it. Valkyrie, Solomon, be careful."