Lower Tadfield Safehouse

"Oh, you know me, I do strange things, ha ha," he said, drinking more. "Strange angel I am, drinking alone in the dark. Doing nothing but standing here in the dark while drinking." He could hear Barnaby moving and clutched his bottle tighter. "And no, I wasn't expecting anyone. Not that I'm displeased to see you of course. I'd share my drink with you but it's terrible. Er. So, ah, what brings you here?"