"Right. Moving, eh?" Morgaine said, glancing between the two men. They both cut quite distinct figures, those two. Both looked to be in their middle ages, and covered in battle scars to boot. They must have seen quite a few hunts, then, judging by that. Elsewise, the two were like night and day. One was short, indeed barely taller than she was, with a face covered in a mess of black hair. A common man, by the way he was dressed and armed. He seemed kind enough, though she couldn't make heads or tails of what he was saying. The other was a tower of a man, looking straight down at her from his perch perhaps miles above. His facial hair was certainly well kept, brown rather than black and arranged into neat patterns like highborn girls would do with their hair. The rest was hidden behind a big stark white hood, and indeed his entire outfit reflected that blinding-silk aesthetic, not unlike those giant lumbering creatures that trot about these Yharnam streets, dragging axes easily twice her own length. Mayhaps this man here was almost one of them, but something went awry.

The lantern called to her silently, with its twisting rays of light that envelop. It granted her visions of a restful garden, swathed in peaceful white dreams and a grey overcast above. Mere moments, shards of images, but they implanted themselves deep within her. She almost shuddered at the sudden fear she had for the thing. It'll suck her right in before long, that thing. Like the other man. He'll be dead, most like, trapped within the lantern's little world. Her off hand fondled one of the charms hanging by her half-cape, one that warded against restraints. This'll not be her trap as well. The quicker they're out on the streets, the safer she'll be.

"Well, I'm ready if you two are. What do you say?" Morgaine finally said, giving the shorter man a look. "And them? Err . . . her?" she continued, finally taking notice of the woman minding her own business. A churchwoman, there's no doubt about it, the way she was dressed almost identical to the tall man. Wrapped up in her own reality, she was, not even taking notice of Morgaine as she had entered. "She a hunter too? Lead us all on if you please, churchman."