Might be a good idea to check in with Gherman; you picked up some knickknacks during your jolly little murder spree that you hope he can identify.
Plus, it seemed like he was thankful for someone to talk to last time. You enter the house along the path not presently occupied by a dozing insult to biology and find the old man tinkering with some odds and ends.
"Enjoy your first visit to Yharnam?" he asks without turning around. "Welcoming bunch, aren't they?"
"I just stabbed a giant yelling goatwolfgorilla to death."
"Standard Yharnam evening," he replies. "At least it was memorable, no?" He puts the metal bits down and turns his chair to face you, giving you a hollow smile. "I heard the little ones splashing around just now. Did they give you something?"
You reach into your sleeve and produce the massive blade. To his credit, Gehrman shows no sign of befuddlement at your four-dimensional clothing.
"May I?" he asks. Nodding, you place it in his outstretched arms. He turns it this way and that, heedless of its tremendous weight as he runs a finger over the edge and the etchings. He hefts it in one hand and gives it a few experimental swings, both with and without the "sheath" attached.
"One of Laurence's designs. He wasn't always the most pragmatic when it came to weapons, but I can't deny that his works are handsome things." He hands it back to you and you spirit it away once again.
"So why, exactly, is this thing two weapons at once?" you ask.
"Originally, it was a materials issue," he answers, plucking a serrated blade from the wall. "Hunters needed some versatility in their weaponry, but supplies weren't plentiful. They used to be somewhat underground, y'see; couldn't risk drawing attention to themselves by buying huge lumps of metal and lumber. After that, it became more tradition than anything." He snaps the blade forward and the handle unfurls, turning it from a hand saw into a long cleaver.
"In my humble opinion, they've never managed to improve on the originals. Better materials now, sure, but never better designs." He hangs the weapon back up, his smile gaining a brief moment of solidity.
"Anything else, Father?" he asks, turning to you.
"Yeah, actually," you reply, fishing about in your sleeves. "Found a couple'a whatsits while I was down there." You present the weird helix rock and the little blood marble to him for examination.
"That," he says, pointing to the former, "is a shard of blood stone. Certain types of blood harden after death. Hunters will use these to strengthen their weapons, since it carries an edge well and is incredibly strong for its weight. If you'd like, I can show you how it's done, although you'll need a few more shards to get anything meaningful out of it."
"The other is coldblood, which is something similar. Hunters, true Hunters, gain strength through the 'blood echoes' of what they slay. Coldblood is essentially a conglomeration of echoes. Since you didn't come from Yharnam, you won't be able to get strength from them, but you could probably trade these with the Messengers for material."
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