Ah, good. A familiar face. With the way the entire face of the world had changed, Skulduggery hadn't known for sure if there would be any left.

He chuckled, and then fell into step beside Cain. "I never actually had a grave. If I had, it would probably be more like someone just danced on my grave, complete with grave-robbing." He sighed. "How have things been on this side of the proverbial track? Any sign of Malicant since the battle?"

Given that nothing happened with Skulduggery's mention of the name, he doubted it.