[h3]Eastern Yharnam, outside the Hunter's clinic[/h3]
The four bloodstained Yharnamites came to a stop when Draco stepped toward them, their wide, fearful eyes shifting from him to the strange weapon in his hands. The front-runner among them started to take a cautious step back the way they came, only to freeze when Draco's words reached them, their already overwhelming dread becoming discernibly more intense.
“The giant woke up?” one of them muttered to his fellows, while another two started looking around as if hoping for an escape route to spontaneously apparate in the vicinity. “Without the Speaker we don't stand a chance!”
The fourth Yharnamite, however, stepped to the front of their group and overtly sniffed in Draco's direction twice before seeming to calm down a little. He pointed back toward the building they had just come from, still looking at Draco. “A bunch of Hunters were fighting beasts in there.”

One of the three back Yharnamites ran to the front door of the house currently closest to them, tried the handle and opened it unhindered.
“We can hide here!” he said, and the other three started hurrying to join their fellow. Behind Draco, several of the civilians started hesitantly moving to join these strangers in hiding.