[h3]The Lumenflower Garden, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam[/h3]
After Gerlinde and Farren disentagled and Ophelia helped Farren and Torquil replace their Lake Runes with Deep Sea Runes, the party of Hunters proceeded to the Yharnam Headstone to return to the Waking World. Each in turn touched the golden marker labeled “Lumenflower Garden”, and each in turn felt themselves fall asleep and fade away only to awaken and reappear in what was nearly the highest point in Yharnam.
All of them arrived beside the golden plinth with its eldritch ornamentation, crowned by a golden lantern, and found themselves standing before the tall and awesome mosaic window leading to the interior of the Grand Cathedral. Opposite that intimidating window was the garden itself, which looked slightly different than it had before; the field of enormous lumenflowers was bathed in an even brighter radiance than when Ophelia had first seen them, as their buds had progressed further toward blooming, their petals spreading out enough so that you could see more of their interiors and they let out more of the pale light emanating from them.
To Torquil and Farren [color=gray]the flowers seemed large and impressive, but otherwise completely normal[/color]. Ophelia would not only once again see them surrounded by enormous swarms of guidance sprites, but would also notice the flowers all in one smooth, simultaneous motion turn their blooms from facing the right relative to them, to “looking” straight at the newly arrived Hunters. Ophelia [color=green]would be acutely aware of this[/color], while to Torquil and Farren [color=gray]it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, as though the lumenflowers were no different from any other flowers.[/color]

“Ophelia, you are back!” they heard a voice call out within just a couple of seconds of them arriving, though only Ophelia had heard it before and recognized it as Vicar Harold's. “And you brought Farren and Torquil! And... Gerlinde? How unexpected.”
And Harold came up toward them from among the lumenflowers in the garden, smiling widely.

[color=gray]Upon laying eyes on Harold for the first time, Farren would experience a sudden and exquisite sense of calm settle over him unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Immediately upon seeing Harold, those lingering hints of madness and paranoia that had been with him since his past life, ever since he touched that golden halberd... all vanished. Not only did he feel safe, as if now protected from a threat that had inexorably hung over him like the Sword of Damocles abated all at once, but it felt warm and comfortable. It felt like he was coming home after a long, long time away, and as though this stranger was a beloved member of his family that he had sorely missed.[/color] [color=black]He was a nice old man. There was no doubt in Farren's mind that this was true.[/color]

[color=gray]The anxiety Torquil had felt about Ophelia's warnings of how dangerous Harold was, as well as his intent not to be tricked by whatever strange influence he might have, was instantly swept aside. A broad, dopey smile spread across his face as he found himself implicitly trusting this[/color] [color=black]nice old man.[/color]

“Harry-poo!” Gerlinde said in sing-song, eliciting a [color=green]grimace of annoyance[/color] to Ophelia's eyes, though to Torquil and Farren [color=gray]he did not seem to react to the nickname at all.[/color]