RP:The Eyes of the White are Everywhere

Synopsis:

Changing his mind from going straight to Venturil Scandal chooses to drink away some of his sorrows at the Whaler's Bar, however he is soon visited by a Razurath, whose words frighten and intrigue him.

RP:

Scandal grimaced as he drank back a long drought of the bitter rum. Never having been much of drinker, since in his younger years alcohol had yet to have been invented, and now he felt desperate enough to actually drink about something. It had been a long flight from frostmaw, and what the war god had privately communicated to him, was both relieving and at the same time, disheartening. To make matters worse his transformation abilities had left him again in the state of anthropomorphism, a form he didn't enjoy, one because he got more stars than normal, and two because it was much more difficult to where clothes and hide impulses that he wished others not to see. More overly, he was on his 8th tankard and he wasn't feeling the least bit tipsy. As he sat at the table he kept his body scooched up hard against the table, as if he were trying to hide something. As he raised his hand for a maid to bring him another tankard, in walked a hooded and cloaked figure. Covered in grey cloth, and wearing thick gloves which only four fingers worked and how the being stepped in their boots which appeared to large for them it appeared that foot within was not humanoid. And as the character turned he realized it had a tail about them, and it whiter than snow, with a spiral of red going around it. it moved to the bar and spoke, its voice a bit feralish but also a bit feminine. "Meat, and ale, please." She said dropping a few gold coins on the bar. She looked directly at scandal, and moved toward his table, pulling out a chair and facing it back to the table, and sat down. "Your not fooling anyone, they are still looking for you, now where is the book?"

Scandal swallowed his rum, his face whiting. "How did you..." He began but was cut off by the serving girl who brought him both his freshly poured tankard, and the Razurath's meal, of meat and ale. Obviously she should have been specific, as they had loaded it with whatever meat was available and worse it was still alive. The octopus moved on her plate. And the beef was raw. She pulled back her hood revealing her raptor like head, which like her tail was mostly white aside from a spiral of red that rose horizontally up her neck and head. She grabbed the octopus by its head with a savage fastness, and dropping her glove revealing her four fingered talons clawed and tore the beak from the octopus out tossing it aside, before opening her mouth wide and tossing the octopus inside swallowing it whole. "Eat them alive, and they keep longer for the journey."

Scandal felt sickened by that statement, he had always had this distaste for eating living things, because he remembered a time that he had been swallowed alive by a dragon, once when he was younger and smaller, and the experience still petrified him. This Razurath was bringing back painful memories along with the presence of terror. “The book is out of your reach.” Scandal said, trying to put on a brave face. The Razurath calmly picked up the meat, and chewed it before drinking her ale. “You mean in Frostmaw, under the possession of Lionel steward of Frostmaw?”

Scandal paled at her words realizing she knew but how? The Razurath merciless gaze stared back at him. “The eyes of the white are everywhere.” She said as she watched him shiver. She put her cup down and pulled up her hood. “We will be watching, because the time is coming.” She said before walking out leaving Scandal to ponder her words. But then she stopped, and turned, “Scandal, Sparse forest, west of Diernebyrg, I didn’t approve.” and then she left.