[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic[/h3]
Over by the slain beast the recently awakened Torquil simply nodded at Marcus' introduction and recommendations, clearly reluctant to speak out loud now that he was conscious of his broken ability to speak and, with a final shove of his foot to the creature he had just killed – not vindictively, but more in a manner as if to assure himself that it was indeed dead – he went over to the corner with the barrels of weapons. He moved carefully through the room, looking around incredulously as he went at the unusual number of cots filling the room, more than half of which having been knocked over or tossed aside during the skirmish. A handful of the sleepers were visibly injured, having suffered significant cuts, bruises and broken bones, and at least two seemed to have suffered severe enough wounds that they were doubtlessly dead, with one having been literally disemboweled and another lay in a pool of blood from an open skull fracture.
Some of the ones that were most likely only injured and not dead seemed to be visibly regenerating, interestingly, but at varying rates and none of them as quickly as would be expected of a Hunter. With some there was practically no visible recovery, whereas others were regenerating at a rate that promised them back to full health in less than a minute. Everyone here had clearly been given the blood treatment to become Hunters, but seemed to be in different stages of metamorphosis, lending them more or less of the natural vitality of a Hunter.

Meanwhile Arcturus, now that things had seemingly calmed down and the pain of his internal injuries had somewhat abated, checked the pulse of the visibly diseased individual that lay sprawled next to him, only to find the skin cold to the touch and no pulse to be felt. Whichever ailment had claimed this woman was one that none of the people currently in the clinic was familiar with, and with no other visible injuries upon her body it would only be natural to assume that it had been the cause of her death.
Were one to survey the rest of the room they would find another four bodies with similar complexion and markings as the woman, cold and dead as she was.

About at this time movement started occurring across the room, however, as the Messengers abruptly started emerging from the floor anew, seemingly burrowing through reality itself and dragging their upper bodies from wherever they hailed to the clinic. Five of these little ghoulish creatures emerged immediately surrounding Arcturus, moaning softly and unintelligibly as they gently reached for him with their small, long-fingered hands, almost as if concerned for him. Another six appeared in front of Marcus, eagerly beckoning him toward the door.
Torquil, meanwhile, let out a surprised yelp as he, too, was suddenly crowded by Messengers, only this was his first encounter with them. Letting out a string of garbled swears and curses he hastened toward the barrels, clearly disturbed by the spontaneous appearance of the tiny creatures.