[h3]The Lumenflower Garden, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam[/h3]
The vicar stared at Ophelia with a blank expression, while Torquil shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to the other and Gerlinde – still smiling widely – casually rested her right hand on the handle of her threaded cane and her left on her blood vial pouch. There was an unmistakable tension in the air, and for several ominous seconds the garden remained in nigh total silence. Even if Farren tried to speak, he would find himself compelled not to... and Ophelia would once again become aware of the feeling that had assailed her while walking with Dietrich earlier that night: the feeling that something unseen was observing her very closely.
Then the silence was broken by the sound of bells tolling – much closer and louder here at the Upper Cathedral Ward – for the second time, announcing that the moon had officially risen to the point where lunacy would start to grip the hearts and minds of beasts throughout Yharnam. The feeling of being observed abated, and a small smile curved the corners of Harold's mouth.

“If you want your answers, look in the Grand Cathedral,” he told her, gesturing toward the enormous building onto the side of which these gardens was built and for which the ward was named. “That is where you will find all the truths you're looking for. But until you do, simply rest easy knowing that unless you do something incredibly stupid, it is [I]not[/I] a real possibility.”
He turned back to Farren. “Now, my dear Farren, about what you were saying... What is the situation in the Industrial Ward? Who or what is Crowmother?”