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

The imp was up to more tricks and banter, turning charcoal to worms and creating illusions of strange, purple elves he called 'Night Elves'. Pozuzy was utilizing the information of their conversation and turning it against them. They would need to ponder their words carefully. Thomas took the situation to his benefit and studied the illusions. He figured to play the trick, they would need to look as accurate as possible. Since Thomas had never seen a night elf, he took this opportunity to study them. They were fascinating, really, the pigment of their hair and skin was unlike no race he'd read about. He said nothing about the matter, as he trusted if the cambion did not blindly attack demons, she would do the same for night elves.

[@Irisity] (Eslea)

[color=0076a3]"Curious,"[/color] Dr. Rudhale said. [color=0076a3]"What motives would the dryads have to kidnap a child? Forest nymphs, as they are, exist as spirits of nature. Truly, curious."[/color] Dr. Rudhale held his beak up with an upward hand and tapped the bar with synchronous fingers. [color=0076a3]"Relations must have been more strained than you believe, for allies to jump to such irrational conclusions."[/color] The cambion asked about his own past, and two dark holes stood motionless for a time. Po, the Raven, hopped so that he was facing Dr. Rudhale. He pecked his head a couple of times and produced a sort of rolling tweet. Powerful, blue eyes seemed to comfort the doctor. 

[color=0076a3]"We are a divided people,"[/color] Dr. Rudhale said. The smoke from his thurible began to coalesce with the air as its fuel died. The doctor paused to reach into his suitcase, withdrew a pinch of purple petals, and delicately place them into the metal, open censer. Upon placement, a strong waft of honeysuckle and dirt emerged into the air, like someone held a candle of the scent beneath your nose. [color=0076a3]"As I stated, demons were predominant where I reside. There were no good demons. Some fight, and other surrender."[/color] Thomas capped the censer, containing the smoke and forcing it through the holes drilled into the thurible. [color=0076a3]"I fight,"[/color] Dr. Rudhale said. He rubbed the thurible with his thumb, blocking and releasing the smoke from one of the side holes. [color=0076a3]"I have investigated the countryside for all manners of the occult, hopelessly searching for one of demon blood and not affiliated with the dark forces. You, cambion, you are what I've searched for: the key to ultimately fight back,"[/color] Dr. Rudhale said, a drooping finger pointing in her direction.