[h3]Secluded cabin, below the southern mountains, southeast of Yharnam[/h3]
Crowmother's attention shifted swiftly to Ophelia when she spoke, and the great beast seemed to listen with rapt attention, its head tilting first one way then the other as it leaned onto its hands. The rocks groaned audibly under its sheer mass as it shifted forward, stretching its neck to get an even just slightly closer look.
A deep, warbling noise emanated from Crowmother's throat, and it seemed to take a moment for it to manage to find the words to speak: “I require no offerings. I am no lord, nor guardian deity. I am a beast. I smell you. Hunters. But different.” It warbled again. “Come! You have visitors!”
“I hear ya, I hear ya,” a woman's voice called from within the cabin. “Should've known something'd happen tonight. Felt it in my bones.”

There was a stirring of motion in the doorway, and a figure emerged with a visage that would be quite familiar to them: a female Hunter with the billowing feathered cloak and the plaguedoctor's mask being the most immediately recognizable elements of the [url=https://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/eileen.png]Crowfeather set[/url], though she did in fact wear it all. It was difficult to determine much about the appearance of the woman inside the uniform, but both her voice and the way she moved suggested that she was likely getting on in years, yet she also maintained a certain grace and strength that witnessed of a vitality that defied her age. While her hands were empty, it was clear once she stopped just outside the door and shook off her cape that she carried a shortsword on her left hip and a pistol on her right.
“Well now, hello there,” she called out to them from across the open space, past the little gardens. Several Messengers looked up and toward her curiously. “It's the first time we've gotten this many visitors since we settled here, eh? What madness brought you here on a Night of the Hunt, even with Crowmother keeping watch?”