[h3][url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ed/dc/2f/eddc2f73ea1fa74878cb00a094cf1d14.jpg]Hunter's Dream[/url][/h3]
There was a pause after Nigel had spoken, with the living doll lowering her gaze from the sky to look at the figure in the wheelchair, who kept their face turned skyward for another couple of seconds. Only when the character lowered their head once more and closed the book in their lap – revealing a cover with big, gilded lettering across the front announcing its title as “[I]How to pick up fair maidens[/I]” – did the doll look back to Nigel.
“Of course, good Hunter,” she remarked, moving just her right hand from its place on her stomach to gesture for him to approach the house while simultaneously bowing her head to him in reverence. “We expect more to arrive shortly, but finding their way to the workshop should be simple for them. We can tour the Dream later.”
Beside her, the figure nonchalantly stood up from the wheelchair, their posture neutral and confident rather than submissive as the doll, and simply nodded at Nigel before ascending the stairs toward the building atop the slope with remarkably silent footfalls, completely undetectable past the sound of the rain.

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[h3][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5265402]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception[/url][/h3]
When Morgraine spoke up, Torquil – standing just a few feet from her and already shocked by the sight of Nigel seemingly vanishing from existence – actually jumped in surprise, stumbling away from her and nearly falling over bits of the smashed remains of a chair, his hatchet held up defensively. He spluttered something unintelligible, made even more so by his inability to properly move his jaw, while looking frantically from Morgraine to the lantern.

At the same time, Victor turned his head from his crouched position – having witnessed none of what the others had just seen, since his back had been turned – and briefly glanced at Morgraine before letting his eyes start rapidly shifting around the room once more, obsessively trying to take in every single detail of the environment while at the same time avoiding eye-contact with anyone.
“Oh, another one,” he grumbled, looking momentarily from Morgraine to Torquil, then scanned the room one more time before narrowing his eyes. “Where did the big guy go?”