[h3]White Church Workshop, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam – Ophelia[/h3]
“Touched by the Nightmare?” Dietrich laughed, a light and gentle sound, as he started to unroll his sleeves again. “I can't say that I'm aware of anything like that, no, but it does sound intriguing. I certainly hope it's not some manner of curse from the Followers waiting to hinder me in a critical moment.” He spoke the words with a mirthful smile, but his tone made it ambiguous whether he was jesting or actually concerned with what this Nightmarish presence might be.

“Bringing a cadaver here won't be necessary,” he told her, holding up a hand to halt and calm her. “On any other night I would have told you yes, but the bells have already rung once and will soon ring again with the moonrise, and the Night of the Hunt will really get started. The last thing you'd want when the beasts start coming out of their holes is to be carrying around a fresh body. No, the dead can wait for dawn.”
Pulling his gloves back on and taking great care to ensure that there were no creases in his freshly smoothed-out sleeves, the First Hunter bit his lip. “Tell me: your fellows from the clinic... they are not here, and you say they intend to come on foot. Does that mean that you are the only one of you bound to the Hunter's Dream?”