It didn't take long for Doe to arrive, looking a little uncertain at this new habit of his assistance being requested in many of the Elders' more important tasks that seemed to be developing. Erskine shot the man an apologetic look. John Doe was, after all, just a janitor. That was all John knew, all he wanted to know, and all he was used to.
But Wreath was right. No one in the Sanctuary right now could be trusted more.
A round of brief introductions later, and Doe offered to give Saffron a quick tour of the Sanctuary. For a mere janitor who was being asked to do things a little above his pay grade, Doe had a surprisingly good grasp of basic politics. Enough to know that things needed discussing, and they needed discussing without Saffron there, so he took her away without question. He'd give Tipstaff a run for his money, Erskine realised with a faint smirk. Not that Doe would ever choose to actually give Tipstaff a run for his money, but still. That would be a sight to see.
The instant the pair were gone, and before Erskine could lose his nerve, he rounded on Solomon. "You," he said with a jabbing finger, "have some explaining to do." His tone was far less caustic than it could have been, which was pleasantly surprising. Erskine dropped his finger and went back to leaning against the desk, arms folded. "How is it you can do something Vile killed whole armies with?"
Too late, Erskine remembered Skulduggery was standing right there. Too late, Erskine decided he didn't care. Forgiving Skulduggery might have been an inevitable and foregone conclusion, but that didn't mean he was going to start treading carefully or being gentle with his words. He never had before, and Skulduggery had always managed to deal with it then. He could do so again now.
"And," the Elder added as a vague afterthought, "why the Devil didn't you think this was pertinent information to share with us the very first day we took office?"
The answer to that was rather obvious. Erskine was only asking because it was the sort of obvious question that needed to be asked.
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But Wreath was right. No one in the Sanctuary right now could be trusted more.
A round of brief introductions later, and Doe offered to give Saffron a quick tour of the Sanctuary. For a mere janitor who was being asked to do things a little above his pay grade, Doe had a surprisingly good grasp of basic politics. Enough to know that things needed discussing, and they needed discussing without Saffron there, so he took her away without question. He'd give Tipstaff a run for his money, Erskine realised with a faint smirk. Not that Doe would ever choose to actually give Tipstaff a run for his money, but still. That would be a sight to see.
The instant the pair were gone, and before Erskine could lose his nerve, he rounded on Solomon. "You," he said with a jabbing finger, "have some explaining to do." His tone was far less caustic than it could have been, which was pleasantly surprising. Erskine dropped his finger and went back to leaning against the desk, arms folded. "How is it you can do something Vile killed whole armies with?"
Too late, Erskine remembered Skulduggery was standing right there. Too late, Erskine decided he didn't care. Forgiving Skulduggery might have been an inevitable and foregone conclusion, but that didn't mean he was going to start treading carefully or being gentle with his words. He never had before, and Skulduggery had always managed to deal with it then. He could do so again now.
"And," the Elder added as a vague afterthought, "why the Devil didn't you think this was pertinent information to share with us the very first day we took office?"
The answer to that was rather obvious. Erskine was only asking because it was the sort of obvious question that needed to be asked.