Two hours of dealing with not very nice people later, Artemis and Butler stood on the corner of Baker Street. "My fathers won't appreciate your presence. I don't want you to accompany me any further today." The child informed his employee.
"I'll agree to that only if you take this with you and press the call button when you need me." Butler handed Artemis a minuscule, glowing and blue object.
"And which one would that be?" The boy asked, staring at the minute runes engraved on the device.
"D'Avrit! I'm giving you a crash course in Gnommish tomorrow. And it's that one." The bodyguard replied, pointing at a triangular button.
"Gnommish? Is that the language of the runes?"
"Yes. It's the language of the Lower Elements. I think you know who and what I am talking about – or you've guessed." With that, the massive man turned away and prepared himself for the onslaught of Gnommish criticism and abuse that was sure to be coming for him through his earpiece any moment now.