The spray of dust scattered and dropped just before it hit Skulduggery, deflected by a sudden breeze that blew up out of nowhere. Dust wouldn't have hurt Skulduggery, of course, but the suit he was wearing was the Bespoke-tailored and bullet-proof one he'd arrived in. A suit like that was not going to get dust on it if Skulduggery could possibly help it.

"I found the day, actually," he replied. "I watched the sunrise over Tu Vishan's head."

He couldn't quite stop from staring. It wasn't as obvious with an expressionless skull as with eyes, but it still felt more impolite than it should have. Skulduggery had always known dragons used to exist. He'd just never met one in person.