[Alucard's hands go still, mostly because he needs them to do something else. There's a soft pat to the top of Trevor's head, and Alucard points him towards a large pillar - a stalactite and stalagmite that have merged into one.]
Head over there.
[There's art on the pillar. Old art, the kind of thing made from smeared ash and hard determination. There's a pack of bears there, large and running towards some unsketched destination.]
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[Alucard's hands go still, mostly because he needs them to do something else. There's a soft pat to the top of Trevor's head, and Alucard points him towards a large pillar - a stalactite and stalagmite that have merged into one.]
Head over there.
[There's art on the pillar. Old art, the kind of thing made from smeared ash and hard determination. There's a pack of bears there, large and running towards some unsketched destination.]