Three hundred and fifty. Dracula does not bargain like a fishmonger's wife.
[Alucard doesn't like this at all. He doesn't like that the person matters less than the idea, and he does not like the horned man that emerges. He is...he's ill. Alucard can see that much is true, by the way he carries himself. It's too brow beat, too worn too...
...Ugh.
That is no assistant. Alucard knows the Turks and others keep others as property, and this is no better.]
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[Alucard doesn't like this at all. He doesn't like that the person matters less than the idea, and he does not like the horned man that emerges. He is...he's ill. Alucard can see that much is true, by the way he carries himself. It's too brow beat, too worn too...
...Ugh.
That is no assistant. Alucard knows the Turks and others keep others as property, and this is no better.]