[They'll stop. They're three quarters of the way there already, and so Alucard murmurs the words that ends the tunnel.
They're in the mountains now, cold and dark but hundreds of miles from the Silk Merchant and his horrible market. A quiet breeze blows through, and on it is the scent of wild flowers. Alucard looks to Trevor, frowning.]
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They're in the mountains now, cold and dark but hundreds of miles from the Silk Merchant and his horrible market. A quiet breeze blows through, and on it is the scent of wild flowers. Alucard looks to Trevor, frowning.]
Sit down, you'll fall over if you don't.