”We should send her a message,” Moira agrees. “I don’t know what Shusane, or the rakshasa’s, plans are, but everyone with a mark might be in danger.”"Not the worst idea in the world," Alishia admitted, "but I don't think Scanty's dealt with too many demons before. At the very least we probably ought to warn her."
Raven rolls her eyes at the elf who thinks she can hold her liquor."Aha!" the drow perks up. "The poison drink was useless but my iron will is beating her back. Hang on. It is trying to say something."
”The ‘Vol’ thing?” Auralisa asks with irritation. “That’s how we’re referring to me now?”"...What happens if the enemy sets up some way to inform him of the Vol thing?
Not like that'd be difficult.
“The only one who knows is Shusane,” Ella points out, “and it endangers him as much as it does us. I doubt he’d be eager to spread around a secret he’s kept for more than two milennia.”
"That's...actually not a bad idea," Alishia said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "At the very least hiring him might make the whole 'your coworker's been possessed by a demon and you may have to fight him' thing a bit less awkward. And no, to be clear I'm not saying we should fill him in on...all this. Honestly I'm not really sure how much he'd actually care even if we did tell him, but still. Even if he can't, or won't, help us, I still owe it to him to let him know there's a demon on the loose. After that, I'm not sure what'll happen to be honest."
"...Oh. The demon is very scared. And this sounds even worse now that I say it out loud. We should not be here anymore, the vampire will say where she came from and who she met. We must go somewhere else. Anywhere. Now."
She starts moving towards the door, hand on Raven's back to gently but firmly move her along. Not that moving a dwarf against their will would ever work, but Xali is sufficiently convinced of Envy's terror that she'll try.
The party upstairs is in full swing, as if there were zero rakshasa, vampires, or ancient semi-liches currently occupying the building. The presence of the Brelish prince and Karrnathi princess has distorted the party, drawing guests into eccentric orbits around their party like wandering moons around Eberron. Headmaster ir’Witt is currently speaking to them on an elevated dais, along with the Purse and his parents and Idun and her parents, since they are nominally the ones throwing this party. Students, parents, and guests are sort of filling in the spaces around the prince and princess, forming a disorganized circular receiving line. Others are gravitating towards the pair of stairs leading up to the dais, forming several lines, which are being vigilantly studied by red-cloaked guards.
Hakar Sharaat is in one of these lines, accompanying his wife Ng and her pal, Commander Quinn. The hobgoblin is wearing Dhakaani ceremonial garb, which is basically indistinguishable from Dhakaani battle armor except for the presence of slightly more ribbons. Ng is wearing a sparkly sequin dress. Quinn is wearing the (slightly disheveled) uniform you saw her in earlier, and carrying a scroll with seals; presumably something official and diplomatic from the Prince of Orthoss Isle, or at least something that Quinn thought Koulton should have written if he’d bothered to remember.
Grace Shadar is on the other side of the room, conversing with a very plainly dressed half-elven woman; a suspiciously ostentatiously plainly dressed half-elven woman. You can always spot the cop in the room.
More worrying, Elzabeth Zillskin, Ella’s ‘cousin’, is up here, flanked on one side by what, to all appearances, is some kind of lizard-person in an evening gown, and on another side by a young woman who could vaguely pass as either an elf or a shifter but doesn't entirely resemble either. There’s something just slightly off about all three of them, although not enough to stand out against the general background strangeness that is Morgrave’s student body, so it doesn’t seem to have alerted the Redcloaks. Elzabeth looks, dresses, and walks very nearly like a Morgrave student, but the other two look like people who are trying to copy the way they've seen people act in plays. All three of them are clearly scanning the crowd, looking for something.