[h3]White Church Workshop, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam – Ophelia[/h3]
“A message?” he repeated, sounding mildly confused yet unconcerned by the statement. He made a dismissive gesture toward no one in particular, and all around him the Hunters scattered and the civilians and clerics began to hesitantly return and resume their business. Interestingly, as he raised his hand to flick it in in the gesture, Ophelia might spot the briefest, faintest trace of a guidance sprite emerging from his forearm, only to immediately sputter and die. “I'm afraid I don't know what you message you could mean, but we can certainly speak in private.”
Dietrich offered his right arm and, whether Ophelia took it or not, turned to guide her inside and up the stairs. If she were to look around, she would see that the sides of this hall were filled with tables bulging with all manner of supplies. There was an entire table set with plates and bowls of all manner of food, and another that was similarly adorned with bottles, carafes and pots of drink as well as glasses and mugs to drink from. There were several tables with bundles of tough white cloth and shoes, which she might figure could be unfolded and revealed to be White Church Hunter garbs. Another several tables had more Holy Blades, threaded canes and Kirkhammers, and a couple had piles of pistols and blunderbusses.

Once upstairs they turned left and entered a door and entered a small room furnished as a mostly spartan office-space. To the left upon entering were two mostly empty tables occupied only by several errant pieces of paper, a quill and an inkwell, beyond which was a wall that was obviously of different and newer construction than the rest of the building. Directly in front of and facing them was a slightly bigger table with a chair on either side, all of which were rather plain aside from some slight bits of ornamental carving into the edge of the tabletop and on the backs of the chairs. This table obviously served as a desk and bore a surprisingly tall and neat pile of papers, another set of quill and inkwell, a plain brass candle holder and a small, nondescript brown-covered book of some kind.
The most extravagant and decorative thing in the entire room was an elongated wall banner hanging behind the desk. It was made from white cloth with intricate gold and black trimmings, and bore two prominent symbols, one above the other, each stitched in red thread. The [url=https://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/Communion%20Tier%203.png]upper symbol[/url] was one Ophelia knew was often used to represent the Healing Church, though its meaning was unknown to her, whereas the [url=https://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/hunter.jpg]lower symbol[/url] – despite being one she had never seen before – somehow immediately managed to convey its meaning to her: “Hunter”. Looking at it made her forehead itch.
“This is my office,” Dietrich explained, closing the door behind them. “If I can't be found in the main room or here it means my presence was required for a hunt, but I am never gone for long. You are welcome to visit anytime you like.” He crossed the room and leaned his back against the wall next to his desk. “It is also as private as it is going to get. What did you want to discuss?”