[h3]The Lumenflower Garden, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam[/h3]
Harold laughed pleasantly at Farren's greeting and expression of gratitude as he walked up to them, a twinkle in his brown eyes as he patted Farren and Torquil on their shoulders, one hand on each.
“My, my, look at you two!” he exclaimed merrily, leaning in and studying first Farren's face closely, then Torquil. “How marvelous! What a couple of specimens we have here! How curious that it was the two of you who woke up out of all of them. I suppose... ah, but I could spend the whole night guessing and never get any close to the real reason. Welcome! And thank you so much for coming to see me, my dear Hunters.”
Gerlinde giggled as she watched Harold studying the two male Hunters. “Say, aren't you just a little tempted to steal a kiss there, Harry?”
[color=green]Another flash of annoyance passed over Harold's features[/color], though only Ophelia noticed. “Uncouth as ever, I see, Gerlinde. But I welcome your company nonetheless.”
He paused for a second after speaking before Ophelia [color=green]would notice a flash of confusion and surprise in his eyes[/color], prompting the vicar to lean in and take another close look at Torquil. “Well now, my boy, your jaw got fixed. Does that mean you speak now?”
Blinking confusedly, Torquil then hurriedly and eagerly nodded his head. “Yes, mister lord vicar, sir.”
“That's quite the mouthful,” the old man laughed. “'Harold' will suffice, my boy. How spectacular... and unusual.”

Finally Vicar Harold took a couple of steps back to a more socially acceptable distance, [color=gray]though Torquil and Farren had felt no discomfort with his close proximity[/color]. “Questions, you say? I shall do my very best to answer them, then! What is it you want to know?”