Ailwin sipped his beer slowly as he listened to the conversation about him. Normally, he was the type to order wine, fulfilling the stereotype of the elven wine drinker, but when Bubbles sat an ale down in front of him he wasn’t about to insult her by turning it away.<br/><br/>“During the height of the Empire, the witch hunters were very thorough in eradicating both necromancers and those undead that arose of their own volition. Since that time cases of random possession have been relatively rare.” He said, taking a sip and then setting his mug down. “Furthermore, a ghost is likely to take a lone traveler out by himself rather than someone in a nice war pup sipping ale.”<br/><br/>He glanced around the room and then turned to Geran with an uncharacteristic grin on his face. “But if you’re really worried, I suppose you could convince one of us to walk you home.”<br/>