[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     struggled with himself as the two exchanged words, but was somewhat ameliorated as the Vicar failed to rise to provocation while Ophelia seemed to calm after peering upon the moon above. It was only as Harold finished, that he found something to add, his voice cutting through the brief silence, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“...and what of the Industrial Ward and its Crowmother?”[/b][/color]

While he understood the gravity of what Harold had just explained to them, he needed some explanation for the colossal corvid that had been protecting that district apparently for quite some time. Its presence was strange, unsettling even, but he didn’t feel those emotions in the moment. Instead, it was more that it felt important and that fact tugged at his mind in the form of curiosity.

Harold's eyes widened slightly in what might have been surprise. "Crowmother? What is that?"

Farren's head shifted at a slight angle and he almost frowned [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Surely you're aware of the situation in the Industrial Ward...?”[/b][/color] He said, the idea that this wizened [color=gray]nice old man[/color] would be unaware of something so bizarre in his own city almost alien to him.