The braiding squad seems mildly perturbed by the interruption, but quickly return to work once Hope sits back down.
"Thanks," you say.
"It was my pleasure."
You give her a bow and, shovel in tow, head back towards the Workshop. You idly bounce it on your shoulder a couple of times before remembering the button. Gehrman's waiting for you at the door.
"Appreciate the help," you say.
"You had a sound argument," he replies. "And it's nice to have something new in this place, tragic or not."
"Yeah, I imagine it'd get old after the first couple decades." You give the shovel a quick spin. "On a less morbid note, this is a damn fine shovel. What's the button do?"
He bites his lower lip and takes a sharp breath. "Not sure if that is any less morbid, really. The thing's got a bloody history."
"What, has it put a lot of people in the ground?"
"Yes, actually, it's-"
His expression shifts rapidly from puzzlement to anger. In an instant, he yanks the tool from your hand and clonks you with it.
"Tough crowd," you say once the ringing stops.
"Don't even start."
"Can I keep it?"
"Honestly, I would rather keep it here. I use it as a reminder of what not to do with trick weapons. Plus, you've got the club, and if you're going to be using my work in the waking world it might as well be my best."
"Old man's vanity?"
"You have a very good memory for someone who takes so many blows to the head."
"Mind like a steel trap. Will ye at least tell me what the button does?"
"You've got your sleeves, I have this shovel. It's only fair."
"Oh, that's just petty," you grump.
"But amusing."
You continue your indistinct grumbling as he wheels over to his workbench and returns the thing to its rightful spot. "Now, if I heard you correctly, you have a siege to break and a Nightmare to destroy. I won't hold you up; have fun with that, Father Anderson."
Hope giggles upon your approach, having presumably heard the whole thing, and your stride deepens into a sort of grouchy slouch. Even the gaggle of Messengers around the Yharnam grave seem amused, although that could just be a product of your projecting issues. How dare he do to you what you do to other people.
Despite the tragedy that has befallen you, you give thanks to the LORD as you fade away. You have been through a lot of shit tonight and He's been an invaluable boon.
Iosefka's assorted medical doodads are still in the same spot upon your return, so it doesn't seem like you've been gone long. You wonder if there's a hard-and-fast scale factor for time in the Dream or if it's totally relative, ultimately deciding to leave that question to someone with more patience and a better grasp of temporal mathematics.
The strategy meeting is partway through the recap phase, picking up where you left off on your way to the chapel, when you enter the room and take a seat, causing a slightly-awkward pause.
"Alright, I had my fun. What needs stabbin'?"
"We'll get to that shortly," says one of the Churchmen.
"You can get to that now," Alfred says, rising to his feet. "I recognize that what you're doing is, by and large, righteous. I also recognize that you have an extraordinary capacity for collateral damage and a tendency to pick fights with every major power you come across. Thank you for the offer, but I must decline."
"That's a lot better-put than the last time ye turned tail."
"I've had time to think. Goodbye."
"Be quiet on the way down; Djura's still in surgery."
"Fine."
Alfred steps out the door and down the stairs in a prototypical one-star-Yelp-review huff. "And good luck with the vampires," you call after him.
Eileen's the first to break the ensuing silence. "Saves us some time, then. Now, our reconnaissance managed to locate the entrance to the School of Mensis' hideout, which Liam called 'Yahar'gul.' Unfortunately, we ran into a patrol near said entrance and one managed to get back inside before we could kill him. We believe they either followed us back somehow without our knowledge or made an educated guess as to our base of operations.
"For approximately the last hour, we have been under siege by an endless supply of cannon fodder which Ebrietas informed me are summoned creatures called forth by a dozen casters, two of whom Father Anderson killed in his little adventure. At present, the siege has abated somewhat, making this an ideal time to strike back. Attacking Yahar'gul and hunting down the casters seem the most obvious courses of action."
She spreads her arms wide. "The floor is open."
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