[h3]Eastern Central Yharnam[/h3]
Farren pursed lips, his expression briefly a frown before becoming something more neutral. Briefly, he glanced to Gerlinde and then Torquil as he spoke. Regarding the man for a moment as he considered the question, Farren eventually nodded and unslung the hammer from his back, taking it into both hands as he stepped forward, coming alongside the man to hand it off.

At Gerlinde's reaction Ophelia finally had the first normal reaction she'd had since coming to the Waking World - she balked.
“They say that those who fail to learn the lessons of the past are doomed to repeat it for a good reason. We don't want to become responsible for another Blood Moon, or worse...”

Oddly, while Farren agreed, he said nothing. Instead, he remained silent as he thought on what both the women had said as he watched Torquil with a measure of interest, wondering if he'd wanted Fulmen for a reason beyond simply trying it for himself.

“[I]Responsible?[/I]” Gerlinde repeated incredulously. “I don't see how we could manage that. Unless you're thinking about trying to call a Great One to the Waking World yourself? No, the people of Yharnam seem quite eager to cause another Blood Moon with or without our help.” She giggled. “And so what if another one did happen? Moira was a Paleblood Hunter without a Blood Moon, and now she's just a regular Hunter. The Shopkeeper was one [I]with[/I] a Blood Moon, and now they are an eternal sort of-Great One who can do whatever they want. The way I see it, it seems like another Blood Moon could benefit us. I don't know about you, but I think I'd make a pretty good god, myself.”

Torquil received Fulmen from Farren and mumbled his thanks, awkwardly managing to grasp the hammer with both hands without discarding the Loch Shield. He shifted his grip up and down the handle for a moment, getting a feel for the balance of the weapon, and found that he rather enjoyed its heft. It was not unlike his axe besides being heavier, which he could only imagine would mean that it could strike with even greater force.
Curious about how it functioned – as he had not received the instructions Farren had, and the one time Farren had wielded the hammer he had almost immediately damaged the weapon for very limited benefit – Torquil experimentally pulled the little lever on the side, triggering its transformation. The eight segments of the hammer head split open and separated, exposing its inert core, and Torquil cocked his head and examined this strange piece of technology. It was far beyond anything he had even the faintest understanding of, of course... but that was exactly why it interested him. He let go of the lever, and the weapon returned to its original form. He pulled the lever again and let it go again, and one more time, watching the mechanism attentively each time.
Still confused as to the “trick” of this trick weapon, Torquil frowned for a moment before giving the weapon a test-swing, sweeping the heavy weapon through the air at nothing in particular. His frown deepened, still not understanding. It seemed like a nice hammer, but it seemed pointlessly over-engineered for being [I]just[/I] a hammer.
“I don't get it,” he announced, and moved to hand the weapon back to Farren.