[color=FIREBRICK][center][h1]DOMIC ROCKERSTAR HATCHETMAN[/h1][/center][/color] Domic joined the others heading into the tavern. [color=firebrick]"Thing of ale for me, if ya please."[/color] As Domic got himself comfortable he heard the halfling's tale about the White Lady and her husband. He's heard similar stories back at home, usually a very real story with far too much embellishment. Or missing some crucial details. Still, could be a grain of truth in it. Or at the very least, a bunch of bodies to prove that someone believes it. [color=firebrick]"Old miser must've been hiding some terrible secret that he'd go to the grave for it. If I could breath water and not freeze to death I might be interested in such a thing, but I'm not fool enough to take a dip into the lake to find out the old man might be a homewrecker or some other mundane thing."[/color] Domic loudly exclaimed after he listened to the halflings tale. Seemed like there was also another boisterous lass here. Some sort of... Fox person? More person than fox. For a moment he thought her ears were just a hat but looking at her more, she really did have fox ears. Must be a northern thing. Still she was loud, and obviously foreign. Perfect for the company! After getting his drink Domic headed over to the fox person's table. [color=firebrick]"Howdy there! You don't seem to be from these parts neither eh? Name's Domic, Domic Rockerstar Hatchetman. Funny story that halfling had. Think that the old miser's treasure's true, you'd go for it?"[/color] The gnome asked the fox. While she certainly had a mouth on her, he wanted to see if she had the taste for adventure as well. See if she's a fit for their crusty crew here.