[color=FIREBRICK][center][h1]DOMIC ROCKERSTAR HATCHETMAN[/h1][/center][/color]

Domic listened to a stranger explain to him the current situation in Good Mead. Apparently some big bully had killed a Speaker, who Domic assumed is an official or something, and stole some mead. He has no idea what a verbeeg but he could guess from the description it's one of those giants who take things that don't belong to them because they're big and was able to take it by force. That displeased Domic. [color=firebrick]"Yeah, sounds like a right bastard. Someone ought to cut his balls off. Or rather, [i]I[/i] ought to cut his balls off, and then get that mead back!"[/color] Soon two others joined. A woman who also seemed interested in taking on this giant, and an elven lass who had an instrument, probably a bard or minstrel. [color=firebrick]"Aye! I'm no fool, if I go out into that snow on my own you'll never hear from me again. But if the town's got a bounty on this giant, I wouldn't mind cutting him down to size. Still as I said, this ain't going to be a picnic. If we're going to do this we'll need to be smart about it, and more importantly, know what we're all capable of."[/color] Domic looks to the three with a smile and nod.

[color=firebrick]"In case you missed my introduction, I'm Domic Rockerstar Hatchetman! I came up here because I heard there was some trouble that needed a chopping, and that's what I'm good for."[/color] Domic turned to the tiefling. [color=firebrick]"You seem to know about this job, and you don't have the look of a common militia. You a hunter or something? If there's a reward for this job, more than willing to split it evenly among us. Hell even you,"[/color] Domic looks over to the bard. [color=firebrick]"What a better way to make a tale than to be a part of it? After all even if we all tragically died, you wouldn't know unless you were there. Tag along with us, we could use someone of your talents. Maybe we could convince this giant to return the mead peacefully without cutting off his gronch. Or threaten him to do that so he gives back the mead, either or."[/color] Domic chuckles as he looks to the group. He was no charmer but he likes to think that he has a way with words, as long as he keeps talking.