Jan 18, 2009 21:00
After his rather abrupt arrival to the village via one hotel door, his father, and a one-legged Asian woman, Peter thought it best to actually take a look around, despite how tired he was. He was surprised to find that he had been apparently transported into Little Britan circa 1930. Fortunately there were many more amenities than what he assumed would be in an old British village back home. Including a cafe which had promised him strong coffee.
If he was going to be stuck here, he was going to learn the lay of the land, which was what he was doing now as he walked around the streets of Haurvatat, sipping on his coffee and stopping periodically to look skeptically inside one shop or another.
streets,
peter bishop