[Anguirel]

I've lived in Oxford all my life, and my house is scarcely a street away from the Bird and Baby. My neighbour is an insane Catholic priest, not a pleasant chap at all, quite capable of summoning a few Mephistophelean poltergeists to cause havoc, only I doubt he possesses the learning.

However, it's well known that the air in Oxford is deeply malevolent, bedevilling innocent students and killing aged Professors by the dozen. Its victims are forced to float, bitter and comfortless, trapped in the very medium that slew them. You really can't blame them if one sees a beauty as famed as Lush and decides to have a little fun. After all, he thought he'd get away with it.

Oh, and we do have a Lord Mayor. Though why the council hasn't organised a resistance against the encroaching werewolves I simply cannot tell. Blasted pacifist Liberal Democrats...