[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
Moving over to the Yharnam Headstone, Torquil put his back against it and allowed himself to slide down to sit on the ground, staring ahead of him with his three inhumanly large, wide eyes, trying his best to reconcile with what had happened and what he had been told. It had helped somewhat to be reminded that they had the means to change him back, though it was still a lot for him to deal with. Part of him wanted to say that they should [I]obviously[/I] go as soon as possible so that he could correct... whatever this was. It had not yet even occurred to him how people in the Waking World might react to someone looking like he did, but even without that concern it still troubled him deeply that he had changed.
But he also wondered if this was all that bad in the first place. Torquil had never been fond of his own appearance, he felt like, just as he resented most aspects of himself. Even if they did go to this basin Gerlinde spoke of, and even if it worked to undo whatever foul magic had done this to him... he would probably change his face to something else rather than go back to his own. And he wondered if this new form came with any benefits. Even just running his fingers over what had replaced his skin, Torquil could feel that his face was significantly tougher than before, as if his exterior had become hardened leather. His teeth would obviously do a lot of damage if he were to bite someone, and he could easily tell that his new tongue was not only longer, but a lot more dexterous than it was before. And his eyes? Not only did he have three of them, but what if they were different somehow? Maybe kin saw the world differently? All this time especially Ophelia and Gerlinde, but also Farren, had been going around seeing things Torquil could not. What if this now allowed him to see more?
He did not know the full effects of what had happened to him, nor did he know what benefits there were from the changes he did know, but the more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that they should at least wait a little while before going to the basin. Who knew, maybe it would turn out that this was actually a boon? Cosmetic damage in return for some kind of superpower? Maybe he could fly now? Turn invisible? Shoot lightning out of his eyes? The possibilities were endless.

Over with Ophelia, the Shopkeeper nodded at her words as the doll responded: “Yes, many versions of the Shopkeeper were quite fond of her as well. A number of them even delved into the Old Labyrinth to retrieve an arcane Ring of Betrothal to propose to her, though she rejected them all. But your Bloodblade...”
She glanced uncomfortably at the Shopkeeper. “We did as you asked and began preparing chalices, but we had assumed that you would delve into the safer ones closer to the surface first. The one you ask for, where they slew Pthumerian Queen Yharnam, is one of the deepest, most perilous parts of the Old Labyrinth. Not only will going there be extremely dangerous, the ritual to awaken its power is very expensive. We will need time to gather the supplies and perform the rites... but yes, we have it and can open the way for you. Just not immediately.”