Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale
@Irisity (Eslea)
The plague doctored ceased tinkering with the thurible, substituting the business of his hands with a more collected position. He intertwined gloved fingers in front of him, supporting what you supposed were elbows underneath all of that tunic upon his knees. He gently placed the bottom of his mask on the bridge of hands he'd made. "There is a lot of detail to it, but I'll make my point quickly," Dr. Rudhale said. You weren't sure if he underestimated your intelligence, your patience, or felt he was at great haste. "Only those of demon blood can summon demons. That is the role I require of you. Demon blood outside of the container is too weak a reagent for such sorcery." The bird mask shook, as if Thomas were remembering something. "I seek a specific demon, one greater than all others I've encountered. If he falls, so will many others. This is my request," Dr. Rudhale said. The dark holes in his mask appeared to enter your mind, your soul, your very being as they twisted at an angle. You could swear a pool of liquid began to collect underneath one of the eye holes before a glove slid across the mask. "You are my one chance," he added.
Thomas suddenly turned from you, looking towards the ranger approaching the bar.
@SmileyJaws (Balian)
The hunched figure straightened its back just as you approached the bar. Its beak twisted over its shoulder as it noticed you, still in observance. The inn held its breath as it continued to stare. "You noticed it too," Dr. Rudhale remarked, quietly but audible to a trained, Ranger's ear. The muffled voice was different, but not unlike a human beneath a gas mask. More monotonous than most, perhaps. Po, the Raven, proceeded to lower and raise his neck repeatedly. Was he nodding?
