In spite of the ruins, not to mention the people living there, the whole area was ... strange. Almost incomplete, and entirely illogical. A ruin of that size and age ought to have been powerful for a Necromancer, but there was barely enough evidence of death through the ages to account for the settlement alone. None of the Arybar were inclined to answer when he asked why, so Solomon went exploring on his own.
Although Solomon couldn't say that he was a man who enjoyed the rigors of nature, the jungle was peaceful provided he stayed out of the thick foliage. In the ruins, where there were elements of safety and clear ground, the area was much more appealing. It was enough that he caught a glint of sunlight off metal, which was the first and only evidence of civilisation he'd seen--excepting, of course, the ruins themselves.
Even still, the very last thing Solomon expected to see when he brushed light debris off the shapelss object was ... a car. In fact, it was a Bentley.
More to the point, it was a 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental.
Solomon closed his eyes and, since he was alone, deigned to ask the air--"Are you bloody joking?"
Then he checked the car to make sure there were no scratches or chips (Skulduggery was the type to shoot the messenger if there were); tested the doors (they were unlocked); and searched for the keys (they were in the glove-box). He finished by locking it up and taking the keys away with him, and went in search of an idiot, but well-dressed, skeleton.
CLOSED to SKULDUGGERY.
Although Solomon couldn't say that he was a man who enjoyed the rigors of nature, the jungle was peaceful provided he stayed out of the thick foliage. In the ruins, where there were elements of safety and clear ground, the area was much more appealing. It was enough that he caught a glint of sunlight off metal, which was the first and only evidence of civilisation he'd seen--excepting, of course, the ruins themselves.
Even still, the very last thing Solomon expected to see when he brushed light debris off the shapelss object was ... a car. In fact, it was a Bentley.
More to the point, it was a 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental.
Solomon closed his eyes and, since he was alone, deigned to ask the air--"Are you bloody joking?"
Then he checked the car to make sure there were no scratches or chips (Skulduggery was the type to shoot the messenger if there were); tested the doors (they were unlocked); and searched for the keys (they were in the glove-box). He finished by locking it up and taking the keys away with him, and went in search of an idiot, but well-dressed, skeleton.