Surgit opened the door to find himself in a big rectangular room with a fireplace in the middle. In front of the fireplace sat a man on his wheelchair.
* “Welcome to the hunters’ dream. You must be the new hunter. My name is Gherman this is where you can find tools to fight beasts and become even stronger.”
* “A dream? I’m dreaming? So I’m not dead? What is this place? Am I still in Yharnam?”
* “The little messengers will provide you with weapons and help you throughout your journey. Everything you see in this house is yours to use, even the doll if it pleases you… hehehe” replied Gherman with an eerie laugh, then fell as sleep in front of his fireplace.
* “What? Hey old man, answer my questions? How am I supposed to leave this place? Weapons? What for?”
Surgit had so many questions in mind and at last he had found someone to give him some sort of clarifications. Alas, Gherman wouldn’t move. Surgit tried shaking him out of his deep sleep but the old man kept on snoring, oblivious to how he was being hysterically shaken.
* “Damn it all, messengers? The little guy outside then, he said I could use this place, but for what?”
He looked around and saw many types of weapons hanging from the ceiling. Swords he had never seen the likes of. Long axes, scythes, and big weapons that resembled a barber’s blade were all displayed everywhere. Firearms hung on walls and opposite the fireplace, he could see a workshop where some weapon parts were scattered.
* “Do I have to choose a weapon from these? They all look old and unused.”
He reached for the barber’s blade and untied it. It had a long wooden handle and the blade attached to the handle through a circular metallic device. The device was rusted but it looked like the weapon could be opened and closed. Surgit inspected the blade and saw that it was made like a saw that could cut from both sides. The saw however was rusted too and Surgit felt frustrated. How was he supposed to fight with rusted old weaponry? “The messenger!!” he shouted and made for the fountain outside. He remembered Gherman’s words and he went to see the little white creature again. Once he reached it, the creature disappeared inside the black liquid, to reappear a moment later holding an axe. The axe looked bigger than the messenger and Surgit wondered how such a small thing could hold such a gigantic weapon. He took the axe and tried swinging it in the air. It had a good feel and its weight wasn’t too heavy. The handle could be elongated at any moment to make it suitable for long ranged attacks.
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* “Thanks little guy” he said as he looked at the messenger “but don’t you have something that swings faster? I trained with swords you see, and I’m not used to brute weapons like these.”
The messenger extended his hands towards him and took the weapon from Surgit. He dived into the pool to emerge again holding the saw that looked like a barber’s razor blade. Surgit tried some movements with it in the air and was satisfied with its reactivity. The weapon was light and could be transformed into a longer one at any time by just extending his arm outwards. He could bring the saw back to its initial form by just performing the same movement in the opposite direction.
* “It feels like this weapon is made for me. I’ll take it.”