He'll live. He'll live. Aside from not being technically true, Erskine was pretty sure the comment made his face fall flat. "Yeah, that's what we're worried about. Or do you want to be fighting a practically unkillable Necromancer with power beyond belief for the rest of your life?"
Unfortunately, Solomon didn't hear him. Or at least didn't give any indication that he had. With a silent and grim determination, Erskine continued to poke his fellow Elder hard in the shoulder until Solomon finally gave in.
And when he finally gave in, Corrival wasn't the only one laughing. Candied roses. Was Solomon a lot more lucid than they were expecting, or did candied roses mean something to him, specifically? Either way, the fact that he could make a joke was promising. And it more than warranted Erskine's help, as well, propping up the two pillows that lay on the bed behind Solomon's head.
It probably also warranted a quick call to China. Who knew? Maybe it was legitimate, and would finally trigger something between the two of them. As long as everyone except for Erskine seemed to be getting together, he might as well play Cupid. "I'll find a box of candied roses for you," he promised, doing his best to set aside the sarcasm. "But only if you're helpful. How do Necromancers normally destroy the objects they put their magic in?"
Okay, so maybe a bit of a patronising tone had replaced the sarcasm, but Erskine didn't think he could be faulted for a little bit of self-amusement now and then.
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Unfortunately, Solomon didn't hear him. Or at least didn't give any indication that he had. With a silent and grim determination, Erskine continued to poke his fellow Elder hard in the shoulder until Solomon finally gave in.
And when he finally gave in, Corrival wasn't the only one laughing. Candied roses. Was Solomon a lot more lucid than they were expecting, or did candied roses mean something to him, specifically? Either way, the fact that he could make a joke was promising. And it more than warranted Erskine's help, as well, propping up the two pillows that lay on the bed behind Solomon's head.
It probably also warranted a quick call to China. Who knew? Maybe it was legitimate, and would finally trigger something between the two of them. As long as everyone except for Erskine seemed to be getting together, he might as well play Cupid. "I'll find a box of candied roses for you," he promised, doing his best to set aside the sarcasm. "But only if you're helpful. How do Necromancers normally destroy the objects they put their magic in?"
Okay, so maybe a bit of a patronising tone had replaced the sarcasm, but Erskine didn't think he could be faulted for a little bit of self-amusement now and then.