[Alucard follows, the air of coldness and superiority trailing in his wake. He does not like this. He does not like this at all, because for all Alucard knows this could be a trap of some kind, rather than a real rescue mission. Oh, not by Trevor's doing of course, but other forces.

He looks down at the piece of paper, noticing the blank lines. This is a thriving trade then. Alucard refuses to dwell on how much or little his father may know of it.

But it has Trevor. That is progress, more than any of them had made so far, and perhaps the spells that bind him here are why no one has been able to track him. With that, Alucard's eyes return to the salesman, gold and cold and glinting.]

The information is more than enough in the case of the forgemasters. [And that is a truth.]

I will see the only available listed item then. You'll bring it out here, in front of others, so that the truth of the listing can be verified. Usually I would not be concerned, but I am sure you understand that the matter of who I speak on behalf of requires certain additional steps.