The Baron leans in close to examine the sword, looking it right in the eye for quite some time, before leaning back and placing his hand to his chin ponderously. Then he shrugged. "Nothing ventured." He reached for the sword, then hesitated.

He whipped off his glove and snapped his fingers. That same substance began to ooze from it into the air again, but around his hand the stuff started to solidify, then inflate like a party balloon until his hand could not even be seen anymore. In but a moment it went through the self same squish-stretch motion, ripping itself a face as the Baron ripped his hand from it. What remained was very much like a man sized balloon, egg shaped, glowing luminous green, vacant and empty eyes accented by a wide grin. A long ghost tail wafted out behind it where the Baron had withdrawn his hand. Held in front of it, limp, were two skinny arms connected to a pair of what could charitably be called hand which held four blob-like fingers each. The Baron looked from the ghosts arms to the sword and back, sighed, and reinserted his hand. It's limp noodles bulged, exploding out into [b]BIG BEEFY ARMS[/b] that it instantly began to flex at every lady in the room.

The Baron cleared his throat and the doofy ghost snapped its attention back to him. He pointed at the sword embedded in the wall. The ghost nodded, gripped the blade as veils bulged in its extremely macho arms, and wrenched it from the wall.