[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
While Ophelia spoke, the doll daintily got her feet under her, stood up and started idly trying to smooth the wrinkles in her dress that had occurred from her lying on the floor. “Your fondness of me... I think it may gladden my heart, good Hunter,” she said with an uncertain smile. “But you mustn't so readily sacrifice yourselves or others for my sake. Remember that I am but a doll, after all, given motion and voice by the Dream. And when the time comes for you to leave behind the Dream, you shall leave behind me as well. Such is the nature of the Hunter's Dream and those tied to it.”
Turning to Farren to address his vague inquiry, the doll assumed her habitual submissive stance with her hands folded over her stomach and a soft smile on her face. “I am afraid I do not know, good Hunter. The last I remember was being here with the Shopkeeper, helping prepare chalice rituals, and then I was on the floor with good Ophelia by my side. I remember not what happened to put me on the floor, nor what reawakened me.”

At Ophelia's series of questions regarding the ritual she meant for them to undertake, the Shopkeeper reached out and took the chalice, only to then walk off unceremoniously through the southern door. “We do not know, good Hunter,” the doll told her apologetically. “The Shopkeeper has not visited the part of the Old Labyrinth sealed by this chalice, so we have no knowledge of what awaits there.” She paused, listening. “They say that while strength is beneficial, it is far from necessary for you to succeed. You are bound to the Dream, and as such you can explore without fear of death. As long as you are prepared for anything, there is nothing you cannot eventually vanquish, even if it may take you many deaths.”
Outside, the Shopkeeper had placed the Pthumeru Yharnam Chalice on a vacant altar beside the other ones, and they appeared to be studying it. Then they held up their right hand toward the workshop with three fingers extended. After a second they curled their middle-finger... another second their thumb, so only the index-finger was held up. And after a third second, rather than curl the last finger, they lowered their hand and used that finger to point toward the headstones, just the instant a figure materialized there.
A second Shopkeeper arrived in the Dream and went immediately to the first, carrying a sack bulging with... something. The first Shopkeeper received the sack, and the second Shopkeeper disappeared.
“They are ready for the ritual,” the doll explained. “It will only take a moment.”