Dagger beneath her cloak? Check. Spellbooks in her bag? Check. About to do something incredibly foolish? Triple check.
Trevor and Alucard had gone to town for the week. Sypha didn’t expect them back for a day or two -- and right now, she didn’t have that kind of time. Vincent may have been the newest occupant of the castle, but he was also the only one left at the moment. Sypha knew that she could trust anyone that was close with Alucard; her friend would never allow anyone to stay within their home if he thought they could ever bring harm upon her or Trevor. Furthermore, Vincent had seemed rather polite -- albeit distant -- the few times they’d spoken. However, it left her hoping that he was at least fond enough of her in order to humor her request.
It had taken a while for Sypha to track down the man within the stone labyrinth of Dracula’s castle, but when she did, she wasted little time with formalities.
“Vincent. This is.. sudden, but I am in need of your assistance.” A pause. “Did Alucard ever inform you of a forgemaster in Dracula’s employ who we happened to be searching for?”