"Then we’d better get down to Glastonbury damn quick." Serrin said, rubbing at his short-cropped gray hair. "We’ll have more to ask than just information. We’ll need to be able to build magical wards around us too." He paused as he heard what he was saying. "What are we getting into? Two days ago I was walking the Scottish coastline. Now we’re knee-deep in drek coming from all directions."