The night's air is cold, yet refreshing as Trevor stands outside the tavern, leaning against the wall as he takes a breather. It's serene, after so long, Dracula having been defeated since a couple of days now. The perfect time to enjoy some good ale and the company of his travel companions.

Alucard, despite being a Dhampir, and Sypha, the Speaker mage, have both grown close to his heart, although Trevor would never admit so outright. The thought that they're about to go seperate ways soon doesn't fill him with relief or a sense of peacefulness. Instead, it makes him a bit... nostalgic, maybe. A feeling unlike the ones he usually gets from others.