[h3]Eastern Central Yharnam[/h3]
“Yeah, I've been rampaging through Yharnam and the Nightmare for a week now and [I]I[/I] never got a personal invitation from any god, let alone a golden Lord of Providence,” Gerlinde giggled, making it unclear whether she was truly offended or genuinely found the prospect amusing. “The Grand Cathedral, it says... that's where Harry-poo wanted us to go for 'all the truths' or whatever it was he said, so I guess both the master and minion want us to go there.”

Torquil just stared and listened for a while, frowning and squinting while clutching the firm handle of Fulmen tightly in his hands as he tried to wrap his mind around what was going on. All the talk about ascension and gods made him uncomfortable, and it did not make it any better that there was apparently an actual god talking to them. It felt too big, too complicated... way too much for him, or possibly any of them, to get involved with.
When Gerlinde had finished speaking, he pointed to the message from the Shopkeeper. “Maybe we should wait until we have a way to kill him? Just in case.”