[So then. It's a word for Skulduggery -- but Kratos doubts it's a word for human. Kratos leafs through the books some more, and by the time he thinks to point out one of the other passersby to ask what they are, they're already inside where it's far emptier of people. He feels marginally more secure, at least. It's a building, but the ceiling and pillars are thick stone; and though he can still sense the light and lightning mana in them which indicates the presence of wiring, at least if he has to use stone he can be assured he won't risk destroying whatever power source the city uses.

[Kratos peers at the bones of Skulduggery's wrist. It's a cleaner bone than the dank, splitting bones of the skeletons Kratos is used to destroying. That matches; Skulduggery's being appears more ... whole.]

Hmh.

[With that being the only reaction Kratos continues in the direction they'd been heading. A young man moves at cross purposes to them, toward one of the stationary vehicles sitting in a marked lot. Kratos turns back to Skulduggery and inclines his head toward the young man.]

Human. Skeleton?

[The first is in Tethe'allan; the second in English, both low enough not to be noticed by the man across the way.]