Having nodded off to sleep with the peaceful lull of Frederick's kitchen noises, Dougal snorts awake with a start as the front door catches the wind and slams shut.
"Wha? Ghouls!"he cries as he jumps to his feet, sword already out and poised. Then he pauses, looks around, and sighs. The tip of his sword lowers slowly to the ground as he takes in the newcomers.
"It ain't no drinkin' club and it sure ain't no gentlemen's club. And there's no guarantee you'll make it back to this here room, neither. If you're fine with that, then..."he shrugs, "welcome to the club tha' we don't say the name of."
Dougal glances over at Frederick and asks, "Fred, don't you have to do some sort of initiation test with that 'uge cleaver of yours?"
(MV 9", AC 6, HD 1, HP 5/5, FC 1 Man) leather, short sword+main gauche