[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic[/h3]
Torquil's eyelids had been closing slowly as he stared at the now-lit lantern, his breathing getting slower and deeper as his posture relaxed. Marcus' exclamation disturbed and distracted him, however, and Torquil's eyes went wide as he gripped his axe, looking around confusedly for the supposed danger he was in.

Victor had had just enough time to let out a frustrated groan as he unearthed a pile of particularly fine shards of glass, marinaded in crimson liquid, before he, too, looked up at Marcus' warning. He looked from Torquil to Arcturus – not actually knowing who Marcus was talking to since no one but him and Draco had introduced themselves yet – before figuring that neither of those two appeared to be doing anything even remotely dangerous.
“What are you yammering about?” he grumbled, glaring at Marcus with displeasure. “Ever heard the story about the boy who cried wolf? Don't go around crying bloody murder when nothing's happening.”