[In spite of his overall state of grief, Hector finds himself raising an eyebrow. Adrian has opened his doors to Hector, fed him a meal, and is now giving him an allowance. Young Master Țepeș, taking in strays. What a strange world, where Lord Dracula’s son could become his reluctant ally.]

So eager to be rid of me, you’ll throw coin at it. [He teases. He could insist that he needs to charity and could make his own way, but why complicate the matter? Pride pales in the face of his revenge.]

It’s hard to say. This is something new. A handful of hours, maybe less if I have the crystals, and somewhere to forge near water. That should make it easier to focus on conjuring an aquatic form.

[He’s not sure if the location has any real bearing on it or if it’s all due to his internal sense of theatrics.]