[ Expansive arm movement and 'bhwww' sound to indicate. everywhere. ]
Like, it's a lot.
[ Apologetic. There are at least two wolves inside him, and one of them doesn't want to clean it, but the other doesn't want to make someone else clean it. ]
[That was easy. He turns, takes stock, and...yields.
From the inside of his waistcoat, Izzy pulls a bone. A human bone, a human rib bone, sharpened to a fine point on one end. It has been meticulously engraved with scrimshaw swallows and the sweet little scene of a ship on the waves.
It's a good dagger, all things considered. Izzy sort of hates to part with it.
I do, actually. This knowledge does nothing to explain why you have turned one of Skulduggery's ribs into a tasteful desk ornament. Which is clearly the more pressing question.
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