[h3]Hunter's Clinic, in the outskirts of Yharnam[/h3]
The hoarse man and his mismatched entourage seemed content to simply stand by the door to the back room and wait as Torquil dutifully followed Ophelia's instructions to put down the sleeper and the corpse he was carrying. Glancing back at them as they approached the door, Torquil also noted that everyone back there had rearmed themselves now that they were relieved of their burdens, and the two huntsmen armed with rifles both took aim at the door as Ophelia went to open it.

Outside the door, the White Church Hunter responded to Farren's introductions by simply uttering the name “Victor,” before assuming position on what would be the left side relative to the outside – right side from the inside – and waited. There was an impatient and somewhat nervous energy about him, Farren might notice, and though he aimed his blunderbuss head-height at the door and held his silver small sword at the ready, he kept glancing up toward the lip of the roof above. He also stood with his knees slightly bent, leaning away from the wall of the clinic a little, as if prepared to dart away at a moment's notice.
Even so Victor seemed to steady himself as the sounds of people approaching the door reached him and Farren, and he adjusted the grip on his blunderbuss so that his index- and middle-fingers were not wrapped directly around the grip, but grasped the trigger. Only once Farren started silently mouthing that the ones approaching were not enemies did he take is fingers off the trigger again and relax his stance slightly, baring his teeth in a grimace of frustration.

Ophelia and Torquil found Farren and the White Church Hunter waiting on either side of the door as they exited the building, and would have their first view of the area outside the clinic, too. Victor impatiently waved them forward with his sword, away from the door, to hopefully give the impression to the people inside that the coast was clear.
Then, suddenly, Victor broke into a wide, evil grin as his gaze shifted from Ophelia to Farren. He nodded his head wordlessly as he lowered his blunderbuss and hang it from his belt, only to retrieve a small box of matches instead. Somewhat awkwardly and hurriedly, since he was still holding the sword his his right hand, Victor got out a match, struck it and made sure it burned with a relatively healthy, robust flame, and unceremoniously threw it into the censer next to him, where it landed in the beast-repelling incense within.

So just as the heavy footfalls now familiar to the Hunters as those of the beast-man could be heard approaching the doorway, Victor put away his matches again and grabbed his blunderbuss anew. And very, very slowly, a faint wisps of smoke started to leak from the censer.
And just a couple of second after, the beast-man started poking his inhuman head out to see what was going on...