[h3]Industrial Ward, Southeastern Yharnam[/h3]
“Spare? Uh...” Gregory turned and looked to the man at the workbench toward the back of the room, a spindly fellow who looked to be even older than Gregory himself, possibly in his seventies. “Jayden, you have a knife you's not usin'?”
The even older worker named Jayden rummaged around his table for a bit before eventually producing a small carpenter's knife that looked thoroughly neglected and worn, its edge dull and its blade dotted with red spots of rust.

While that was going on, Gregory remained focused on Ophelia's questions. “Offerings? I don't think so, miss Ophelia. She hunts her own food, she does, and she doesn't take anythin' from here. She mostly just wants to be left alone at the mountain. Her and the Crow Hunter.”