[Alucard takes his time in filling water into one of the copper pots (it has a small spout) and getting it set on the burner. Tea here is more to compliment atmosphere than it is something to actually drink, as well as a ritual for Alucard to indulge in. He appreciates walking himself through the process, going through cabinets, pulling out cups and tea leaves and everything else.]

At least you weren't thrown into a dungeon upon arrival. [The statement is a dry observation of fact, not a joke.] Not that skirting the edge of conflict is much better.

[It'll explode soon. That much is certain. Maybe the only certain thing out there right now. Alucard measures out the leaves into two large mugs (one has little bats painted on it, the other is a simple black). With the water yet to boil, he can only lean against the counter as the conversation continues.]

That set up from home sounds...different, to say the least. [Wallachia still has the serf thing going on at Alucard's current time and place back home.] So long as the people make it worth while. I considered the place, for a time. The idea of open farmland is appealing in it's way.