[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia's senses were assaulted by the toxic airs and fumes of the industrial zone of Yharnam--but as one who spent her formative years at the very heart of Hemwick, she was more than used to the stench of death. The stench of the tanneries was fierce, especially now to her keener Hunter's senses, but a mere wrinkling of her nose was all that escaped her before she quickly became used to it. She spent her time looking around, observing details about this area of her city that she'd never been in before. The way the cobblestones had worn down, the wideness of the path compared to her memories of Hemwick Charnel Lane and dense forest paths and even the labyrinthine clusteredness of Central Yharnam. It took her a second to notice the lamp on its little wooden post, though she immediately pointed it out once she'd seen it.

"Ahh, look there loves. A lantern--how wonderful." She mused, speeding up to a jog and weaving her way dextrously through the four Hunters of Moira's party to meet the lantern. She expected the little ones there, crawling up and over each other to meet her and Torquil and Farren, and extended her free right hand out gently towards the lantern.

"Quite convenient. Let's hope the beast is somewhere around here."