[h3]Industrial Ward, Southeastern Yharnam[/h3]
As they went back outside, Ophelia indicated a place for Farren to put the ladder with no crows – which was simple enough, given that there were no crows in sight at the moment – and the time finally came for them to undertake the arduous quest of checking the roof of this random little workshop. The accomplished slayers of beasts, vanquishers of brutal serial killer-Hunters and fledging explorers of the eldritch secrets of the world bravely prepared to ascend to new heights and check the shingles above.
With the old, flimsy ladder in place, the clever decision was made to send the bold, cunning Farren, carrying his entire arsenal of weapons on his person, to investigate. Farren, who weighed over 100 kg and was the heaviest of the three Hunters just by his own weight, and further weighed down by his abundant Hunter gear, as opposed to Ophelia with her comparatively puny 60 kg frame, single sword and a pistol. He ascended the rungs of the ladder with his new rusty old carpenter's knife in hand, only for paranoia to seize him halfway up, prompting him to draw his blunderbuss and aim toward the lip of the roof.
He climbed, but only got about two-thirds of the way up – a little over two meters – before the wood suddenly groaned loudly under him, screaming for mercy from the burden placed on its feeble limbs. There was barely time to react, and the Lake Rune did not warn him as he suffered no impact... yet, at least. But despite the best, valorous efforts of the creaky wooden ladder, the load was simply too much. With a loud crack the left stringer of the ladder snapped a couple of rungs below where Farren had gotten to, causing the right stringer to start bending and splintering as the entire structure began collapsing to the right and in toward the building.