And here it was. "No small-talk?" Solomon asked mildly. "No exchange of stories? How was that alternate dimension, by chance? You must be the first to have visited and left again. How lucky for you, to be gifted with such distinction."
He sighed, turning his cane idly in his hand. Truthfully, he was somewhat ... off-balance. The theft was curious, and Solomon couldn't deny he was glad that Valkryie had asked him to meet them out here, instead of inside the Temple where the detective would have inevitably inserted himself into the situation. Then there had been that cold front. The Temple was always cold, but Solomon dressed appropriately against the temperature; and yet, hardly minutes before, he'd been taken by such a chill as he hadn't felt down there since the forging of his first cane. It had been Necromantic in nature, of course, but pinpointing the source while inside the Temple? Impossible.
Craven was, possibly, the culprit. The two had been at odds. It meant that Solomon wasn't opposed to leaving the Temple for a time, although he would have preferred if it were to speak to Valkyrie alone.
"Valkyrie," he said calmly, "has a natural aptitude for Necromancy." He spread his hands. "Are not our children the future? What manner of cad would I be, to neglect to offer a course for which she is so well suited?"
The man, Gabe, frowned, but Solomon's focus was on Skulduggery and Valkyrie. What reason Skulduggery had for bringing that man here, Solomon would no doubt discover eventually; right now, this line of questioning had to be averted or harnessed.
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He sighed, turning his cane idly in his hand. Truthfully, he was somewhat ... off-balance. The theft was curious, and Solomon couldn't deny he was glad that Valkryie had asked him to meet them out here, instead of inside the Temple where the detective would have inevitably inserted himself into the situation. Then there had been that cold front. The Temple was always cold, but Solomon dressed appropriately against the temperature; and yet, hardly minutes before, he'd been taken by such a chill as he hadn't felt down there since the forging of his first cane. It had been Necromantic in nature, of course, but pinpointing the source while inside the Temple? Impossible.
Craven was, possibly, the culprit. The two had been at odds. It meant that Solomon wasn't opposed to leaving the Temple for a time, although he would have preferred if it were to speak to Valkyrie alone.
"Valkyrie," he said calmly, "has a natural aptitude for Necromancy." He spread his hands. "Are not our children the future? What manner of cad would I be, to neglect to offer a course for which she is so well suited?"
The man, Gabe, frowned, but Solomon's focus was on Skulduggery and Valkyrie. What reason Skulduggery had for bringing that man here, Solomon would no doubt discover eventually; right now, this line of questioning had to be averted or harnessed.