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

Domic entered the seance with little expectations and a full much of mead. He was actually starting to feel a bit of a buzz now, and when the ghost talking started he was genuinely surprised that they were actually speaking to spirits. Domic just thought this whole thing was a hoax. This sobered him up considerably, and he made it clear that he wasn't here for any trouble. He just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. He let the others speak, not really having much to ask, mostly because in his inebriated mind the entire seance went faster than his mind could process. By the time he finished his mead, the ghost was gone. 

[color=firebrick]"All things considered, that went pretty well. Would've been up shit creek if that ghost was raring for a fight. Pretty sure mortal steel does nothing to them incorporeal types."[/color] At least, so the stories go. Domic's never encountered ghosts but he's heard plenty of takes of folks who have, trying to slay them with a mundane sword only for the blade to pass through them harmlessly. Then the slaughter happens. It makes Domic try to remember to at some point, either find a magic axe or make his current axe magical. [i][color=firebrick]"I wonder if silver also works?"[/color][/i]

Either way with the seance done, Domic leaves the backroom and joins everyone else in the common hall. Everyone else seemed to be drinking, and Domic certainly could use more of that. As he staggered out of the room he noted Dullin and waltzed up to her. [color=firebrick]"Hey... You. Dullin, right? Sorry, a bit buzzed right now so logic eludes me at the moment... You're a wizard, right? Think you can enchant my axe?"[/color]