"I notice that you don't seem to care being called a child all that much," Kenspeckle snapped, giving Erskine a pointed look. "Is there a reason for that, I wonder?"

Corrival shook his head in a longsuffering manner, but anyone who knew him well, as Dexter did, would be able to tell that the way he had his mouth straight was because of amusement. "Thank you, professor. Let us know when and where you want the armour transported for dismantling. In the meantime we'll see if we can't get you some help with it."

The professor heard the unsubtle dismissal and harrumphed, but packed up and left--though not without some last-minute warnings at his patients not to overdo things. Only then did Corrival look to Fletcher. This conversation was bad enough without having to tip-toe around who Vile really was. Now they could be properly open. "We need to contact Quiver in the Necromancers' Temple without anyone, especially anyone else in the Temple, knowing about it," he said bluntly. "Can you get in and out without detection?"