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

[@SmileyJaws] (Balian)

[color=0076a3]"The Fleshwalker,"[/color] Dr. Rudhale said, maintaining his hushed tone. [color=0076a3]"She is intertwined with dark magics. I know not what binds her, but it is of unnatural origin."[/color] The doctor tapped the beak of his mask to his shoulder, roosting on it as a support. He was deep in thought. How hallow was this ground, if at all? Why did it deter the rotten horror that chased him, but allowed occult magic on its ground? The idea of illusions became a stronger possibility. And Thomas was in the heart. The doctor reached into his suitcase and pulled from it a stem with several, light magenta bulbs sprouting forth from it. He plucked them from the stem and grounded them up between his palms. Opening the thurible, Thomas sprinkled the ground petals into the collected ashes. The smoke pouring forth would be white, almost strangely pure in its color. It was Fumaria. Its purpose was to purify an enclosed space and deter shrouds or nefarious illusions. [color=0076a3]"A tea would be nice,"[/color] Dr. Rudhale said.

[@Irisity] (Eslea)

The doctor spent some time turned about before he returned to face you, a pure, white smoke now pouring out from his thurible. 

"I never want anyone to feel the pain as I have of a divided people."

[color=0076a3]"It may be too late for that,"[/color] Thomas said. He returned to his suitcase as he often did and pulled out a black, thick book. The pages were yellowed with age. The cover bore a red symbol upon it, etched as if someone took a knife to the material and dragged along its surface. Its presence made the heart beat faster. Dr. Rudhale took to the pages with his dancing, gloved fingers. Each finger flipped an individual page. The maneuver was so quick, one might miss it if they blinked. Finally, upon a certain page, the bird mask remained transfixed upon the inscriptions. He gently shut the book and placed it back into his suitcase. It snapped shut. [color=0076a3]"Not here. Not now,"[/color] he whispered, hushed by his mask. [color=0076a3]"Nobody may read this aloud. Not until proper preparations are made. I must train you."[/color] The doctor craned his neck about the inn, watching each individual move.