[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    wondered to himself why Ophelia seemed in such a hurry and, indeed, why she also seemed intent upon staying together. He appreciated the sense of camaraderie though, it was a pleasant, almost touching thing, but as events continued it quickly slipped away from him without further consideration. Still, he supposed that they ought to go soon enough, after all the Vicar had enlightened them of many things that needed doing in the city at large and it didn’t serve anyone for them to be idle.

Farren gave Harold a half bow, dipping his head and shoulders down slightly as he leaned forward, a greater show of deference than he’d given literally anyone up until that point.[color=#1A1A3B][b]“I appreciate the invitation, Vicar, though I do think the Hunt is likely to keep us rather busy. Still, perhaps we will make time,”[/b][/color] he said, offering a small smile, his eyes bright with a pleasantness that was sickeningly against his nature.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Speaking of the Hunt, perhaps we ought attend to it and visit the Cathedral later. It’s not as if it’s going anywhere.”[/b][/color]

"Why don't you take Torquil back to the Dream, then, love? We'll join you anon to prepare." Ophelia replied.

Farren nodded and glanced to Torquil, then Gerlinde. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Would you prefer to stay with Ophelia and the Vicar or answer the Hunt's call?”[/b][/color] A certain eagerness came into his voice at the mention of the Hunt, perhaps it was the simple, primal excitement of a predator...or perhaps it was something else that had no other outlet....