"You leave my brain out of this. I’m very attached to it." Serrin was feeling unusually chipper right now, it was partly the excellent breakfast, partly the sheer relief that his wife had been returned to him safely and partly anticipation of the audience he was hoping to get, He’d talked with a Scottish druid friend who’d spoken of the old elf they were due to visit with near-reverence and Serrin was both intrigued and a little awestruck In a cynical world, the latter was a nice feeling to have.