[h3]Secluded cabin, below the southern mountains, southeast of Yharnam[/h3]
Ophelia turned to Moira at the Crow Hunter's words, expectantly looking at her as though she would have something to say. Laconic though Moira was, it seemed to Ophelia that the introductions should be served by her. If Moira had no inclination to do so Ophelia would make them herself, but she let her gaze linger on Moira for a long couple of seconds first.

Noticing Farren looking at Ophelia and Ophelia looking at her, Torquil staring fixedly at Crowmother as if scared to look away and Gerlinde being busy looking at everything but the Crow Hunter, with none of them seeming particularly inclined to speak first, Moira readily took the word. “Several reasons,” she told her, “but most of those are my own. The others are here mostly because I led them here. I thought they needed to meet you two.”
“Oh?” the Crow Hunter slowly walked toward them, navigating the dirt pathways between the gardens. “And what could a pack of hardy Hunters need from an old woman and a giant beast?”
“I didn't expect Crowmother to talk,” Moira corrected. “I meant you and the other Hunter living here.”
The Crow Hunter stopped walking instantly. “You're a sneaky one, aint ya? Not only did ya know where we were to lead everyone here, but ya must realize people aren't supposed to know there's two people here, let alone two Hunters. So...” With swift, fluid motion the Crow Hunter drew the shortsword at her side, which appeared to be a quite ordinary double-edged blade... only for her to grab the handle with both hands and, in a manipulation that would be [I]very[/I] familiar to Farren, seemed to twist the weapon apart, splitting it into two single-edged shortswords, one in each hand. “...are we gonna have a problem?”
“I'd presume not,” Moira retorted, sounding completely calm and not at all intimidated. “These four are all Paleblood Hunters. I used to be one, too.”
Again the Crow Hunter stopped, having now crossed most of the way toward them. She turned her head, and though they could not see her face past her mask, it was probably safe to assume by the way she was facing that she was glancing at the little patch of flowers from the Dream. She looked back to them. “Four of them... who all still dream?”