(no subject)
[Whatever kind of trickery and magic that this place was, he still wanted no part of it. Though he wasn't too sure yet he really wasn't laying on the battlefield somewhere, experiencing shock. This war was going to be the death of him yet. He was sure of it.
Of course, he'd been around for only a day or so, really, and still had no real idea of the place. Currently he was standing in the kitchen, staring at the stove as if it was a horrid carnivorous beast intent on killing him.]
Bloody hell. What manner of monster are you, anyway?
[All the poor man really wants to do is fix something to eat. He's starving.]
[ooc: S- so. Seven Years War!England. More specifically, right around early 1759-ish and prior.]
Of course, he'd been around for only a day or so, really, and still had no real idea of the place. Currently he was standing in the kitchen, staring at the stove as if it was a horrid carnivorous beast intent on killing him.]
Bloody hell. What manner of monster are you, anyway?
[All the poor man really wants to do is fix something to eat. He's starving.]
[ooc: S- so. Seven Years War!England. More specifically, right around early 1759-ish and prior.]