[There's a very, very soft noise that might be a laugh from Alucard as the hound decides the best way to investigate is to just shove his entire head in there. It checks out, hounds are mostly scent creatures and he's brought in something with a new smell. To not conduct a full investigation is against their very nature.

Hector himself looks like some weird ruler of undead creatures, sat in the chair as he is. That thought has no time to develop as Hector rises, and his words only bring a brief nod of satisfaction.]

That's the only important matter in this situation.

[What Alucard wants in this moment, the request of a few moments to say proper good byes, isn't forthcoming. It feels wrong, as these were never truly his pets. That much is very clear to him now.]

Don't go south, there's been issues with the Ottomans lately. You're best off going east towards the coast, then sailing across the Black Sea.

[Running water, after all.]