Night fell upon the Twin Halls.
This sacred site of the dualistic sect was now cluttered with blackboards and clipboards. Harvey watched Igula weaving among the blackboards, writing and drawing with chalk, while the floor was littered with papers from the laboratory. The Swindler's movements, however, were as elegant as those of a high society individual navigating a dance floor, stepping on vivid petals that added to the ambiance.
The Necromancer naturally watched with a sense of entitlement, since he lacked the brains for information gathering and would have been scolded if he got in the way.
But as he watched Igula busily at work for several days, Harvey couldn't help but speak up, "Hey."
Igula ignored him.
"Your hair is getting pretty long; how many days since you last bathed? Even Alice is cleaner than you."
Igula paused momentarily but continued to ignore him.
"I bet after Ash is rescued, it'll be your turn to pass out."
