"Verenthia, the world where the thread between hope and dread is razor thin..." 
A quote that has been tested to time in Verenthia, where darkness rains and currently; Not a soul- or well living soul- lives there anymore. The darkness slowly travels through the land, any light has been broken or destroyed- while people who formerly had hope have been reduced to the living embodiment of grief and pity. Mumbling and cursing. meanwhile- despite all this darkness, There remains one area where light shines. 
The Hopes Inn and Tavern. 

The tavern-goers are quiet and undisturbed- light small talks and murmurs are dotted here  The tavern-master looks up from their naps to notice the rather...INTERESTING...group of people walking into their tavern. 
(Yeah I know- The Classic Tavern Intro.)

Foss

Foss glides into the tavern, the head area of the cloak turning ever so slightly as they observe the patrons. Silly humans Foss thought to themself They come to places like these to drown their sorrows. To trick their minds into thinking there is any hope left in this world. How foolish they are

Foss follows their new companions, speaking unnervingly in their low rasping whisper of a voice "We should sit at a table. Order liquids if you wish. I will wait."

With that, Foss glides off, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Or, what appears to be sitting. You don't even know if Foss has a body under their cloak, and you're too afraid to ask.

While they wait, Foss pulls a small swirling crystal from the bowels of their cloak, and begins to finger it with long, smoky talons. They stare at the other Patrons [intimidation check on anyone watching them: 12].

Notes

• For thoughts, I do color and italics. For actions, I do italics. For regular speech, I do bold & color. For telepathic speech, I do italics, bold, & color. 
• If it is okay, I have re-flavored the daggers Foss carries as retractable talons. When they 'stow' the daggers, they retract into their body (if they even have one. Who knows). If this is not fine for whatever reason, just say so.

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Foss

Foss glides into the tavern, the head area of the cloak turning ever so slightly as they observe the patrons. Silly humans Foss thought to themself They come to places like these to drown their sorrows. To trick their minds into thinking there is any hope left in this world. How foolish they are

Foss follows their new companions, speaking unnervingly in their low rasping whisper of a voice "We should sit at a table. Order liquids if you wish. I will wait."

With that, Foss glides off, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Or, what appears to be sitting. You don't even know if Foss has a body under their cloak, and you're too afraid to ask.

While they wait, Foss pulls a small swirling crystal from the bowels of their cloak, and begins to finger it with long, smoky talons. They stare at the other Patrons [intimidation check on anyone watching them: 22].

Notes

• For thoughts, I do color and italics. For actions, I do italics. For regular speech, I do bold & color. For telepathic speech, I do italics, bold, & color. 
• If it is okay, I have re-flavored the daggers Foss carries as retractable talons. When they 'stow' the daggers, they retract into their body (if they even have one. Who knows). If this is not fine for whatever reason, just say so.

 Yeah, Not one Patron looks at Foss. 
(And yeah- The Talons are fine.)