[Hm. They're not curious, but they can respond to perceived threats. Skulduggery supposes he should count himself lucky that they seem to listen without question to Kratos.
It occurs to him, in that way his subconscious wonderings have a tendency to do, that the language being used here isn't the same as the one Kratos first used back in Dublin. Skulduggery isn't sure what the differences are, isn't sure how he knows, isn't even sure he's right -- but once he has the opportunity to ask Kratos properly, he will.
Regardless of what the language is, it's oddly beautiful.]
Friend. [Skulduggery moves over to look at the book, keeping on eye on the guards to make sure they're not about to try and spear him, and searches through it. 'Friend', when he finds it, is accompanied by pictures of people with their arms around each others' shoulders and laughing, along with more synonyms than is probably helpful at the moment.]
There. Friend. [Skulduggery indicates the nearest feathered angels.] You didn't say you had friends here.
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It occurs to him, in that way his subconscious wonderings have a tendency to do, that the language being used here isn't the same as the one Kratos first used back in Dublin. Skulduggery isn't sure what the differences are, isn't sure how he knows, isn't even sure he's right -- but once he has the opportunity to ask Kratos properly, he will.
Regardless of what the language is, it's oddly beautiful.]
Friend. [Skulduggery moves over to look at the book, keeping on eye on the guards to make sure they're not about to try and spear him, and searches through it. 'Friend', when he finds it, is accompanied by pictures of people with their arms around each others' shoulders and laughing, along with more synonyms than is probably helpful at the moment.]
There. Friend. [Skulduggery indicates the nearest feathered angels.] You didn't say you had friends here.