[h3]Industrial Ward, Southeastern Yharnam[/h3]
“I guess so,” Torquil said, somewhat surprised at suddenly being consulted on anything, despite the thing he was asked being something as personal as simply whether he was coming or not, which only he could answer. He was mostly just uncomfortable with everything at the moment; uncomfortable with how things had worked out with Victor; uncomfortable with the smell here; uncomfortable with the crows watching them; uncomfortable with people working nearby even though a huge fight had obviously just happened; and, needless to say, [I]very[/I] uncomfortable with the giant beast that had reportedly been killed by an even bigger beast.
Part of Torquil thought that he had maybe seen some of the worst Yharnam had to offer when the Mad One killed him, but now, looking at the corpse of the cleric beast and hearing what Moira had to say, he just wondered how much worse it would get. Even the beast that was already dead and was no longer a threat looked huge and insanely dangerous, to the point where Torquil would not even have known where to start fighting it. Chopping at its knees with his axe while trying to avoid getting pummeled to mush? Having seen it for himself, he definitely understood why Victor had been so opposed to fighting one. It looked terrifying.

With that out of the way, their little seven-man group started splitting up. Moira began stalking through the mist further southward, while her Black Church Hunters started heading back north to leave the Industrial Ward. Farren, Ophelia and Torquil headed back to the factory where Farren had discovered the scattered crow feathers.