"How unfortunate for you," Solomon said sardonically. "And I'm sure you would appreciate information. I, however, did not appreciate being punched while in the possession of a broken leg. What's in it for me?"

Even as he spoke, he was extending his senses. If this was where the armour committed its crime, he'd have already felt any Necromancy involved in the death. There hadn't been, so the victim was killed without Necromancy.

Solomon's first sense had been of forced drowning, and he'd assumed it had happened in the fountain itself. To his surprise, the core of the death happened a significant distance from the fountain, which meant it had required magic. Water-based magic. The sensation was enveloping more than suffocating, so the victim had been surrounded by water rather than simply having it forced down his throat. That was interesting. It indicated a degree of control over water that Solomon rarely saw; it was easier to drown a person in a water-source already present, rather than create one in midair, without boundaries.

How very curious. He kept all this from his expression, of course, and simply waited for Skulduggery's response.