[center][color=0076a3][h2]Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale[/h2][/color][/center]

[@The One]

Pozuzy would notice Po, the raven, investigating his form curiously. He cocked and twisted his neck, looking over the sin demon with powerful, blue eyes. However, the raven didn't make so much as a single call. Dr. Rudhale did not requiring Po's assistance in identifying full demons. The demon's greeting would immediately be followed by an intense burning of the bottom of his feet, as if flesh came in contact with lye. Wherever Pozuzy hobbled about on the doctor's clothing, the burning sensation would continue. [color=0076a3]"You will not play games with me, Imp, I hope this is understood,"[/color] Thomas said. The doctor had somehow infused his clothing with properties that are repellant to demons, though Pozuzy had no idea as to what those might be. [color=0076a3]"Apologies for the burning, you were too swift for warning,"[/color] Thomas said. The doctor reached into his leather suitcase and Pozuzy would hear a snap coming from its depths. Rising back to full height, Dr. Rudhale held a bead of charcoal between his pointer finger and thumb. [color=0076a3]"Ingest this and your burns will remedy themselves, so long as you abstain from my clothing."[/color] Thomas rolled the charcoal between his fingers. [color=0076a3]"O, but I do have some questions. Who is your birthright; only the greatest demons are capable of natural reproduction. Furthermore, what does that rotting smell mean to you? I'll inform you that these answers are quite important to me,"[/color] Thomas said. He did not seem to guard the charcoal in any manner; Pozuzy was free to take it anytime he wished.

[@Irisity] (Eslea)

Once Dr. Rudhale had finished with Pozuzy, he returned his attention to Eslea. The bird mask nodded and Thomas scratched the side of its beak, pondering for a moment. He looked about the room, noting the exotic characters that had gathered. A muffled voice came from inside the thick clothing. [color=0076a3]"Curious. I am Dr. Rudhale, though you may call me Thomas,"[/color] Thomas paused once again. [color=0076a3]"I have only ever heard mention in archaic literature of such fantastical races. Where I come from, humans and demons were predominant. A dwarf or an elf was cause for a crowd to form," [/color]Thomas said. [color=0076a3]"And now... this."[/color] Thomas waved a gloved hand about the room: dragons, dryads, ogres, elves, and undead took refuge. [color=0076a3]"Something has gathered us here, whether that thing is of malevolent or benevolent intent I seek to find out,"[/color] Thomas said. In his speech, the doctor had lost eye contact. He regained it, shaking his head. [color=0076a3]"My apologies, I ignore your concerns. Tell me more about this war,"[/color] Thomas said, rather intrigued.

[@SmileyJaws]

The brother and sister at the table would note that the plague doctor looked about the room often, and paused ever so momentarily in Ruehar's specific direction. Each time, without fail. Though, they would both notice he paused in direction and on multiple characters within the inn. He appeared to chat with a small demon that hopped along his beak, and a larger framed elf with rounded ears. Whether it was paranoia or a keen eye, they would both note he was investigating Ruehar, in a sense, from those bottomless eye pits. As if clockwork, the raven on the bird-like figure's shoulder turned in one hopping motion. His head cocked and twisted sporadically, powerful, blue eyes investigating Balian. Though, the black bird made not a peep. Were it coincidence?