Too many people at Hillingdon didn't know how to make their coffee right as far as he was concerned. Too British and too much afternoon tea. Daryl had not only gone and made sure the right kind of beans were in the house kitchen, but headed to a nearby corner store for the sugar and creamers in a brand he approved of. So when he came back to a freshly brewed pot, it was dark and strong. The kind he liked to toss a single creamer in but could drink black if he wanted to.

Daryl studied the picture and it sure did look like the one that had gotten the better of them. Too many strange characters in the name, though. He couldn't tell if that was just the fancy handwritten calligraphy or if it was another language entirely. Could just be one of those Welsh words that sounded nothing like it looked in English.

"This help you figure out where it's previous home might be?" He asked in a slow drawl as he flipped the page to study the rest of the description and whatever known facts the book had on the creature. It wasn't long. Just that page and the next. Not a lot to go on.