Glitch's chattering was only slightly annoying to the Prince, who had quickly gotten used to the odd questions asked by Niflheimers and Asgardians alike. As long as Glitch was talking, he couldn't be too nervous or suspicious... yet.
"Over a hundred," he replied modestly. Whether it was true or not, he knew he certainly looked it at least by human standards (assuming Glitch was human). "The years have not been very kind to me, as you can see."
They were close, just down the hallway, up another flight of stairs, where an ordinary door would be waiting... behind that, the grotesque stitchlings would be waiting for their master's command.
"We're going to the roof. I have a flying machine prepared to leave at a moment's notice... just in case those Long Coats come knocking."
Well, Carrion could create a flying machine out of magic, but one certainly wasn't waiting there now. Something much more malign was in store...