A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

He looked he man over , his serpentine eyes taking a mental account of the man before him before he spoke “Good marning…” “ๅnɟǝɹɐɔ” A voice in his mind muttered and he automatically bit down his urge to add an overly familiar name to his greeting.

“I am Dumois Rosario, and this is my companion Bon Temps” He introduced, tipping his head in a small respectful bow that the baboon mimicked. “I’ve come to offer my services to yar pack, as a healer of the body, the mind…as well as the soul.” He purred, letting the offer hang temptingly in the air with a smile that was cheekily matched by his companion

Without waiting for the man to inquire further he spoke again. “Allow me to explain. I’m what ya might call a Spirit speaker all my life I’ve been able to hear the voices of the dead and…” He paused, raising his paw toward his chest before his slitted two tone eyes met the Apollyon’s burning red “…Things that never lived in the first place.”

From somewhere behind him he felt, more than heard the hooting cackle of a spirit, causing his grin to widen slightly. “You sir stand on hallowed ground.” He stated proudly. “And as a man with my gift it is my duty to serve in these lands.” He raised his head as he spoke, in an attempt to display his passion. He looked the man over briefly and added “However, I have many skills in addition to spirit speaking that you may find more useful. I can bind wounds, heal ailments…” He paused to grin slyly then “Or even make ailments for your enemies if that’s what you desire.”  

He breathed deeply and heard the distant rhythm of drums that had no place in the mortal world. “allow me to stay and do my work, and I’ll serve loyally and whole heartedly.” He finished and waited to hear the alpha's response.