@haemoneiron
“Cainhurst...I see.”
To think that the first familiar sight would be such an unfortunate one. Ever since the incident a Byrgenwerth, Laurence had been aware of Cainhurst’s interests in the Old Blood, but it wasn’t until the establishment of the Healing Church that a rivalry had become a true conflict. The Church had been plagued with the Vilebloods’ wretched spies and assassins -- naturally, countermeasures had to be established. Still, it was poor luck to have the first familiar sigil in an unfamiliar world be that of an enemy.
Nevertheless, Laurence was not the kind of man to act rashly. Holding up his hands, palms outwards, he made it clear that he was unarmed -- the vicar’s robes concealed no weapons nor tricks, merely the pallid frame of an unremarkable, if pleasant-looking, man. His voice was cold and clear, but it reflected the same energy as his eyes -- tired and distant, as though he had seen things that could never be put to words.
“...Whatever your intentions, allow me to say that we need not quarrel. We are far from Yharnam, by my accounting...our grudges need not follow us.”
