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Cooper Bennett (ocrikey) wrote in inpoormerit,

That was certainly quite the accent, Coop thought. He had not spent much time in Europe -- his dalliances had primarily been in South America. To his ears, most of Europe sounded alike when they spoke, so he didn't give it another thought.

"No, not all night. The wolves chased us back into town." Wargs, someone had called them. It was a pretty accurate description at that. He might just have to adopt it...

Moving closer to her, Coop glanced down at one of the old graves. It was unnerving, like visiting a pauper graveyard back home. Sweeping by the grave, Coop held out a hand. "Cooper Bennett. And, yes, my wife and I were taken from our bar and brought to...well, wherever here is." He gestured broadly around himself. "I haven't met anyone yet who wasn't."

As old as these graves were, whoever built them might be dead... It was amazing how long ruins and old pieces of wood could last out in the elements. "I thought I'd come back during the day to see if I could find any dates on these things."