[He's okay with that. He's very, very okay with that.]
An opinion, first.
[So back to the workbench. But this time, Alucard crouches under it, and what he has there is something that sits on a thick roll of canvas that he drags rather than try to move the thing across the floor.
The thing, in this case, is a marble box, some two feet in length and one foot in width. Fine marble if the color is anything to go by, beautifully white with swirls and flecks of darker grey. But more than the color is the fact it is carved. Designed. All of the old masters of illumination should be so envious of such fine work, the way that natural looking leaves swirl in and around themselves, trailing all over the box at every side. There is a lid as well.
It bears a single name.
Beside it is a soft velvet pouch, maybe slightly smaller. And at that, Alucard looks up at Trevor from where he is crouched.]
It...seemed appropriate to suggest we let Sara rest in the crypt with Leon.
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An opinion, first.
[So back to the workbench. But this time, Alucard crouches under it, and what he has there is something that sits on a thick roll of canvas that he drags rather than try to move the thing across the floor.
The thing, in this case, is a marble box, some two feet in length and one foot in width. Fine marble if the color is anything to go by, beautifully white with swirls and flecks of darker grey. But more than the color is the fact it is carved. Designed. All of the old masters of illumination should be so envious of such fine work, the way that natural looking leaves swirl in and around themselves, trailing all over the box at every side. There is a lid as well.
It bears a single name.
Beside it is a soft velvet pouch, maybe slightly smaller. And at that, Alucard looks up at Trevor from where he is crouched.]
It...seemed appropriate to suggest we let Sara rest in the crypt with Leon.