[They don't know if there's a deadline for this work yet. Sypha has a theory or two (the Eve of St. George's Day? It's said to be a day for the evil spirits to pass into our world), and maybe they shouldn't be walking like this through the forest. Hell, they barely walk like this back home. So maybe that says something about what the past few days and weeks worth of revelations have resulted in. Stitching them all closer together out of some stubborn defiance.
That next tree does prompt Alucard to straight up just a hair though. His eyes follow the angle of the tree and he nods.]
Within the next quarter mile.
[He nudges Trevor gently. This must be put on pause, as much as neither of them will like it.]
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That next tree does prompt Alucard to straight up just a hair though. His eyes follow the angle of the tree and he nods.]
Within the next quarter mile.
[He nudges Trevor gently. This must be put on pause, as much as neither of them will like it.]