Then they're good for at least half an hour or so. Lancelot settles himself down a little more into the sofa and takes a long sip of his lager, resting the bottle on his knee as he regroup his thoughts.

"Elaine is a student at Redbright. Did I say that before? I think I did." He winces, fidgets with the bottle. "I've run into her a few times now. Outside the Night Council offices, in Richmond. I suppose I should have anticipated she might follow me further."