"I didn't exactly live through it in the normal sense,"Oliver said dryly of the plague, blue gaze dropping briefly too his well clad if mildly?emaciated form.
"It was worse than a war, the bastard."
It was easy to personify the black death...likely for many at the time and any who had...happened to 'survive' it.
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When she spoke of needing to see the sights as it were, of London before forming an opinion he chuckled dryly.
"Well...it is going to be like...day and night when compared to Transilvania...and you'll have to travel into the country quite a bit to...as you said get away from it all."
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Considering who he was betting her family was from the information she'd given he added with a slight twist to his thin lips,"And wolves won't walk here unnoticed, and nor would they feel at home among the hustle and the carriages and other trappings t hat make this pit of filth and luxury a city."
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat