Up to this point, none of us...and I think the author, knows completely where they'll end up..We have a hint of present-day sojourn, and that should blow a few minds....
I think we've all been there...once or twice, and I laughed so hard there's rice on my keyboard and not for the first time...
"Lizard," Wojciech leaned in, his nose wrinkling slightly, to sniff the meat. It did, surprisingly, smell palatable. He looked suspiciously over at his companion. "Are you absolutely certain it’s safe to eat? We are in an unknown land, Stoker, with unknown… culinary habits."
"Well," Stoker said, considering the question with a thoughtful tilt of his head, "I had a chicken that gave me a touch of the runs once, sorr, back home. Didn't kill me though." He chuckled.