[ He counts carefully, not taking his eyes from Alucard. As he does, Trevor gathers up the envelope. The Merchant nods eventually. ]
Give the man his papers.
[ Trevor does, handing over the envelope. But also handing over something else with it, one of those strange patterned sheets of paper. It's soft, almost warm to the touch, and patterned almost like a large butterfly wing might be. The merchant does not seem to have noticed its absence. ]
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Give the man his papers.
[ Trevor does, handing over the envelope. But also handing over something else with it, one of those strange patterned sheets of paper. It's soft, almost warm to the touch, and patterned almost like a large butterfly wing might be. The merchant does not seem to have noticed its absence. ]