Skulduggery agreed to help Anton start and maintain one of the largest bonfires in Central Keeliai because it had sounded, at the time, like an interesting thing to do. No one had told him he'd be spending the time catching wafting embers out of the air while Anton sat next to him and knitted.

Knitted socks.

"Anton," said Skulduggery without moving his eyeless gaze away from the flames. "Do you remember when you told me this afternoon you had an exciting job you needed help with? Were you referring to the fire, or to the knitting?"