[Alucard reaches over so he has Trevor's shoulder in hand. It'll be easier to use his words and thoughts to guide this, Alucard as nothing more than the conduit. He focuses, trying to let the mental images Trevor has in his head guide the work.
The city rushes by. There's a ward for those with money who make the city their home during certain months.]
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The city rushes by. There's a ward for those with money who make the city their home during certain months.]
Nearly there, I think.