His face tightened up. "That's the larger problem, not knowing what sort of technology they possess. However," he added, "from what I understand from my cousin, the one who was taken, they acted a great deal more confident and successful in their skills than they actually were."
"Do you know Augustus Pye?" he asked, refilling his glass with pumpkin juice. "He was over here the other evening. Asked for this," he laughed, indicating the childish drink. "Bloody elf now thinks this is the beverage of choice amongst British people."