[ There's the definite sense on the air of a vampire. A very fragrant one, something that smells even more strongly of ale and blood than Trevor does, without any of the lingering smell of incense. It never draws close enough to indicate that the vampire is near, growing stronger and then fainter as they move through the ship.
Trevor holds his arm awkwardly, trying very hard not to squish the distressingly small, fragile-seeming bat in his sleeve, until a door closes behind him and his body sinks against it. ]
We're here.
[ The room is tiny. With Sypha perched on the narrow cot and Trevor's non-coffin possessions shoved under it there's about enough room for the three of them in here. ]
Got a room thinking I'd be able to stash the coffin in here. Fucking door's too small for it.
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Trevor holds his arm awkwardly, trying very hard not to squish the distressingly small, fragile-seeming bat in his sleeve, until a door closes behind him and his body sinks against it. ]
We're here.
[ The room is tiny. With Sypha perched on the narrow cot and Trevor's non-coffin possessions shoved under it there's about enough room for the three of them in here. ]
Got a room thinking I'd be able to stash the coffin in here. Fucking door's too small for it.