[Alucard extends his hand to take the three existing bags, eyeing them carefully to get a sense of their weight. His gut says that it likely isn't much. So much has probably been removed by nature.]

If only we had the luxury of time before.

[The soft exhale is an attempt to clamp down on the memories of what it was like once the island had been located. The breathless race to save friends, endless pouring over magical defenses, the struggle against the sudden rising flood waters. It was a miracle anything endured.]

And if we might have been dealing with desert heat rather than jungle dampness. The smell might be a hair more pleasant.