[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]                  glanced the offered knife and just barely managed to suppress all but the faintest twitch of a frown in his brow. However, he managed to give the man his thanks, nodding in respect as he walked over and gently took the knife. Farren would glance it over, nod to himself a bit, and then glance down at his belt. He was quickly running out of places to stow things and given what the workers had given him he’d definitely need to fix the thing up. So, rather than do much of anything with the knife, he just kept it in his right hand—blade-tip pointed towards the floor—and walked back to the ladder.

By then Ophelia was finishing up her conversation with Gregory, and he was glad for it…he wanted to get moving, especially given what the man had said at the tail end of things.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“‘Preciate the knife. I’ll bring the ladder back,”[/b][/color] Farren offered, giving the men a final nod of acknowledgement, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Stay safe.”[/b][/color]

Then—picking up the ladder—Farren followed Ophelia out, not bothering to close the door. He figured Torquil or Ophelia would do so since he was carrying the damned unwieldy thing.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Got somewhere in mind?”[/b][/color] Farren asked, turning his eyes on Ophelia. At the same time he was reviewing what they’d found out so far. He rather wished Moira hadn’t gone off on her own so soon, as this new information was…it felt important, if unsettling to think on.

What particularly bothered him was the fact that Gregory had said that this…’Crowmother’ had spoken like a human might. While he’d heard the rare story of beasts that retained some semblance of speech, it wasn’t at all common. He couldn’t remember much…and it was all hearsay as far as he knew, but he had no real reason to doubt the man so he had to take his words more or less at face value.

That and the fact that there seemed to be a hunter associated with the thing. On the one hand…it was good that this part of the city seemed safe enough for its people. In a way, the Crowmother was making their job somewhat easier, but on the other hand…it felt [i]wrong[/i] somehow. There might not have been anything to that feeling, but things like this…well, things in Yharnam were often not what they appeared.