Well, he would be the immediate family and direct lineage. Richard gave an all familiar shrug. It would be strange leaving England for more than training. They would effectively be living in Wallachia for an unknown amount of time. Although, what choice did they have?

"Here, put your hand on it." Richard held the ancient weapon up. He decided not to comment on the lack of underwear.

The whip felt like any other whip. Tightly woven leather, worn, but still able to pack a fight. A few scuffs but in otherwise in mint condition. What stood out was the sense of it. It was as if someone else was in the room with them in. A kind presence, like hands enveloping both of theirs. A sense of protection and care.

Richard couldn't help but smile. There she was.

"Leon Belmont was the first Belmont in the region of Wallachia. He moved in search of Dracula." He tilted his head. "Accompanying him to the forgein land was Sara... Sara Trantoul. His fiance. She became a pawn in the battle against Dracula. The details are very few and far between but, she didn't live to see the end of the vampire. What she did manage to do was tie her fate to my family line forever."

A shake was given whip. "This is Sara. Her soul was bound to the whip and made Vampire Killer."