[h3][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5295601]Central Yharnam, Lower Cathedral Ward, White Church Hunter's Workshop[/url][/h3]
Dietrich's only response to Morgraine's evident disbelief of her own immortality was a shrug, his smile turning a little apologetic headed off to change her clothes. As she went, however, she would be able to hear the First Hunter address Victor once more in a concerned tone of voice.
“What is wrong, Victor? You have been acting very strangely since returning. I think we need to debrief you properly sooner rather than –”

The voices of the two other Hunters were cut off very effectively when Morgraine closed the surprisingly heavy door to the private room behind her, however, leaving her in stunning silence, erasing not only the sounds from the main room of conversations and clerics preparing supplies, but even the noises of the night outside; indeed, the only sounds left were the ones she was making herself. The relative chill of the room even compared to the area she had just been in was most likely a result of efforts to soundproof it.
The room she found herself in was generally quite unusual. Despite being quite large for a bedroom at twenty by eight meters and likely more suited for use as a barracks than anything else, there was only a single, very large bed at the far end of the room, spanning almost from one side of the room to the other and thus having enough space for quite a few people at the same time. It was not any kind of ornate, but seemingly built solely with durability in mind. Its sheet and half a dozen pillows seemed relatively fresh, being mostly clean off-white, and the bundle of blankets at the foot of the bed appeared actually unused. The room itself was also remarkably clean for most part, with the only traces of dirt being left in patterns that seemed in accordance with someone dragging it in under their boots.
The bed and room was only [I]almost[/I] fresh, however, as it was evident at a glance that it had been used since last being cleaned. Aside from the little bits of dirt on the floor, the sheet and pillows on the bed were ruffled and disorderly, with a few faint stains of indeterminate nature intermingled with what appeared to be much more readily recognizable bloodstains, some small and others quite large. Further investigation would reveal several discarded empty blood vials in the corner. There was also a series of five small wash basins with water along the wall to the left after entering, each with a towel beside it, of which two had clean water and neatly folded towels, and the last three had towels that had been messily discarded beside the basins and water that was slightly murky, with the contents of two of them having been dyed faintly red.

The room allowed her perfect privacy for changing her clothes, however, and she did so without interruption. It would likely be quite shocking to reopen the door, allowing the sounds of the outside to rush back after the overwhelming silence she had been left in since closing it. One of the first sounds that met her upon doing so was Dietrich's voice, raised and with a tinge of panic.
“– is obviously very wrong! Look at me, Victor! Show me your...”
Victor had at this point retreated to the corner of the room directly to the left of Morgraine as she exited the bedroom ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5295601]T16[/url]), facing the corner and thus having his back turned to the rest of the room, with Dietrich right behind him.
The First Hunter stopped mid-sentence when he registered that Morgraine returned and spun around to face her. He obviously tried his best to resume the charming and carefree demeanor she had witnessed earlier, smiling at her and relaxing his body, though his eyes remained wide with agitation and his smile was shaky.
Victor's huddled form, meanwhile, was visibly trembling.
“Yes, very nice indeed, miss Morgraine,” Dietrich chimed, though even his voice seemed a little different from before with an edge of intense negative emotion to it. He glanced once more at Victor before refocusing on her. “Was there anything else, or would you like to see Vicar Harold now?”