With eyes closed Louis listens to Spooky's words as they roll through the tavern. At Geran's question he lets out a barking laugh before downing the last of his drink. His mug settles on the table with a thump as he leans in, the shifting of his large frame accompanied by the faint clinking of his chain mail. A grin twists his lips as his eyes flick from Spooky to Geran, a mischievous expression lighting up his face as he considers the two half-orcs.<br/><br/>"Could be. Plenty of misery in the rain after all." While his voice is light and cheery as he leans back upon his stool he runs a hand through his hair before dropping it to drum nervously against the head of his hammer in an old habit of his.  A crack of thunder draws a wince from him as he glances at the door to the tavern. "I for one am glad not to be out in that mess running laps." With a shake of his head he focuses upon the bard, his features attempting to craft a look of innocence even as worry and mischief gleam in his eyes.<br/><br/>"What say ye oh Maiden of Song? Do the dead wail and raise their fury at the living on this night?"