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

Domic enters, still angry, but trying his best not to lash out at anyone. He downs his booze and tries to redirect his focus on something else. Apparently, everyone was going to a seance or something? Talking to ghosts. Domic put no stock in such things, at least not from some halfling in a tavern, but it was better than stewing in his own madness. So Domic finishes his drink, as well as any other unattended mugs, and will attend this ghost meeting.