[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     took her cue and walked over to the headstones. Slowly–faster than Torquil would have, but certainly at a more ponderous pace than Ophelia had–the azure-eyed hunter read the various words engraved into the stone. Some were familiar, others not so for they offered no glimmer of recognition. It was clear what they were though: The names of places in or around Yharnam, with few exceptions. A sort of perverse curiosity made him wonder at the nature of the locations that were listed upon the Nightmare Headstone. However, he only entertained that thought for a moment or two before turning his attention back to the present place and time. Briefly, Farren glanced between Torquil and Ophelia, then the Doll and the Blood Moon Hunter. For a moment Farren considered their next course of action before he turned back to Torquil, closing the short bit of distance between where he stood and the man’s position before he patted his shoulder companionably. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Again, glad you’re whole and hale. As for the headstones…seems they’re scribed with locations in and around Yharnam, with some odd exceptions…if you were wondering.”[/b][/color]

Farren dropped it then, his hand falling away even as the silence rose in that strange place that they stood. It was simultaneously eerie and comforting and Farren wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he did know that he wanted out. They’d gotten more even than what they’d come for and he figured it was time for them to return to the…was it the waking world, since this was a Dream of sorts? Farren wasn’t sure, but he shook his head and then glanced Ophelia’s way. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“We should get back,”[/b][/color] he said, addressing her plainly even as the moon hung overhead…brilliant, bright and beaming. Yet, though he knew it was a beautiful sight, it only filled him with a strange sense of inexplicable–if quiet and subtle–dread. Like being watched.

Like being hunted.