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Her father believed they were safe. He believed they were going to get a room at the inn for the night in the quiet little town. But he hadn’t counted on many things.

The main thing...was that the town was infested with monsters.

A young woman screamed with seeing her father ripped to shreds in front of her and soon, the monsters were after her, making her run for the horse-drawn wagon that brought them here. She grabbed the reigns on the horse and cracked them to get the mare going, the horse whining before taking off. Things were flying out of the back of the wagon, but she didn’t care. The woman was absolutely terrified from what she witnessed.

🍃🏹➳ The half-dryad did not usually venture into dark and intimidating places such as this, not unless treasure-hunting was her specific goal, but being chased out of a village and with fear of the torches burning any shelter in the forest, the huntress decided that an abandoned castle was safer than anywhere else.

      Except the castle wasn’t abandoned, from the looks of it. While it certainly did have the foreboding sense of emptiness, there were little touches that indicated that there were residents here. Torches and burned marks around the stone looked recent, and the lack of dust on the stairs spoke that they were used recently. 

       When she heard steps descending downward, her large green eyes locked onto the tall blonde figure. Another human, perhaps? There was something else though, that her arcane sight was picking up-- perhaps this man was some sort of mage... or something darker.

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-While Trevor can speak multiple languages, he’s not particularly good at reading them. When one spends more of their life on the road than in a home one doesn’t have much use for reading. Road signs and pub signs are about all he needs to read. Though he certainly learned how to read as a child, and probably could pick it back up with relative ease if he took a moment to actually open a book, he’s not really interested in it.

-Trevor is fond of cats - as we see in season 3. However, cats are also fond of him. He’s like human catnip, if there are any cats around they tend to gravitate towards him. It becomes fairly amusing when one finds the grumpy hunter being trailed by a line of cats like ducklings following their mother.

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Pirouette smiles a bit more, briefly showing off pearly white fangs. Tempted to show off the many maps they keep neatly stored in their magic bag.

But that would require a large table at least, they would need to point things out after-all. They didn't quite trust the stranger to touch any of them.

"I come from a land far from here, and have travelled a few of the seas as well. If I am honest, I came across this land by accident after a nasty storm took the ship I was on. "

     Trevor is far too sober to be standing between his childhood home and the home of the monsters his family has been eradicating since their birth. Staring at the crisp ashes of lattice and frame alike he could only just make out the entryway, the foyer, beyond to the stairs and his imagination could carry him from there to the rooms adjacent to his own. 

     Late night snickering when they’d long since been put to bed still sounded so fresh and new as it had all those years ago. Old stashes of discarded weapons the adults didn’t use anymore. They’d probably melted in the inferno.

     There’s no hope for the old estate nor the hold below and he doesn’t expect miracles but if anyone has the time or fortitude to make reparations or at the very least sustain the properties in question, it would be the sulky bastard he left in charge of them. So far it looks untouched but it’s only been a few months. Time must move slower for the immortal, they’ve got so much of it. That’s not envy, it must be proper hell watching the world leave you behind.

     Arms unfold from their perch across broad chest and he turns to the dark of the dormant castle, unable to bear the weight of what he’d lost, with the intent to see if its sole occupant is home. He can’t look at the ruins of his past anymore without losing his sanity and as he navigates the darkest corridors of the castle he finds himself wondering if the choice to burden Alucard with the title of keeper was a blessing or a curse. Did he mope around the place remembering the days of his brief youth? Was he haunted by the echoes of the dead too?

     What’s left standing of the doorway to the castle isn’t impressive and he doesn’t feel the need to knock but once he’s standing a few feet in, he feels that sickly unease settling in.

He didn’t take much offence from it, after all, there was nothing wrong using his powers for such a reason.

“It doesn’t interfere with my work and I don’t enjoy being alone most of you do.” Quick and short to the point.