[While Alucard reads the missive the bird carried to them, Hector reaches out and gives the albatross a good scratch on her head feathers. Once Alucard is safely away and abed, he'll coo over her, telling her she's a pretty bird, and what a good job she's done. For now, he's pretending like he has dignity.]
That was quick. Guess the impression was mutual.
[The dhampir is keeping him well-fed, so Hector leaves the teasing at that. He'd hate to have to go back to dried goods and hard tack.]
Do we need to go fetch them, or will they meet us at Death Island?
[It has a real name, but the nickname serves the dual purposes of being both overly dramatic and also harder for any spies to pinpoint, should they be listening in.]
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That was quick. Guess the impression was mutual.
[The dhampir is keeping him well-fed, so Hector leaves the teasing at that. He'd hate to have to go back to dried goods and hard tack.]
Do we need to go fetch them, or will they meet us at Death Island?
[It has a real name, but the nickname serves the dual purposes of being both overly dramatic and also harder for any spies to pinpoint, should they be listening in.]