"I actually prefer it to tea," Elton says, rising. "I just make tea out of habit because that's what my mum did."
The coffee production is quite involved, and includes a burr grinder. Elton works as he swigs wine from the bottle. The results are quite good, even served in what appears to be a Styrian beer stein. Elton's wine ends up in a teacup.
"What was I saying?" the Shadow Lord asks.
"Tomorrow afternoon…"
"Right, tomorrow, I'm going to investigate the barrow and see how close I can get to the actual caern. Contact me in the afternoon and I'll fill you in."
You exchange plans for a few more minutes, but when you finish your coffee, Elton clearly wants you gone. But as you rise, the Shadow Lord says, "Hold on," and digs through a kitchen drawer. He tosses you an iPhone. "Here, keep this."
This will be perfect for my investigations. "Thank you."
"Please tell me this isn't your dead wife's iPhone."
Cool, free stuff. I'm not proud. "Does it still work?"
"I'll find a phone on my own." I don't want to be more beholden to a Shadow Lord than I already am.
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