[[Have some soundtrack]]
William leads on. A cool wind prickles over dead skin and shivers through the grass and scrub, bringing with it a storm-scent and a tinny taste akin to blood.
After a little under a minute's walk Adrian can see what the vampire's aiming for - a collection of deathly still lumps in the road, indistinct in shape. Closer still, the cloud-flickered moonlight begins to pick out details: a dog corpse stretched on its side, head drawn back in the dust. A wet, unravelled pile of viscera. A hoof, shod and pointing madly skywards from an orphaned leg and pelvis.
[[Feel free to strategise/bicker a bit if you're minded. Plenty to Notice here, though you'll have to go a bit closer to really make anything out.]]
Father O'Rourke sighs.
"Perhaps we could persuade them to accept you and our resident angel for the common good if one of us-" he gestures at everyone who isn't Evans, the clank or differently alive,
"were to make the approach."
"!" The clank straightens at this, patters a little way away, and returns with Evans' crowbar. It proffers this to the priest.
The priest looks at the crowbar, then the clank.
"What would this be for, Alouette?"
"It is a metal stick, so y'all can hold lanterns plus far away, because you can put the lantern on the stick, and if the cowboys are frightened and shoot six inches away, then they won't hurt your hand and do sinning," Alouette explains.
O'Rourke weighs the metal in his hands and tries a short, experimental swing from the forearm, almost automatically, before catching himself.
"Thank you, that's a good idea," he says, and goes to look for the carriage's other lantern, glancing across at John and Jake.
"Perhaps some wooden sticks would be a good idea as well, while we're out here. I can bless them if you feel the need."
[[guys?]]