Trevor had tucked himself into a shady part of the tavern, having fled from Alucard and Sypha in order to indulge in a drink after a long day. Willing to celebrate their most recent victory.

By this point, he had lost count of how much ale he had. A hue of red dancing across his face in the lantern-lit bar, his thoughts mildly foggy, but aware of what was happening around him.

He dismissed the chatter of the other patrons, but was keen on your presence.