Gilbert

The rhythmic sound of a heavy, wet cough echoes from behind the glass, followed by the faint scraping of a chair being pulled closer to the window frame.

Ough... heavens, another soul wanders the streets on a night such as this? You have the look of a traveler, and a frightened one at that. Forgive me, I would offer you a seat by the fire, but this wretched incense is all that keeps the madness from my door. The path ahead is treacherous; the townspeople have lost their wits to the blood, and the bridge is blocked by something far worse. Tell me, stranger, what brings you to this cursed corner of Yharnam? If it is a way out you seek, I might still have the breath left to guide you.