Senshi knows of fear. Every time he thinks of a griffin he too freezes. The kind of fear that creates freezes a man from the inside out. He tugs on his beard in a thoughtful gesture.

“Hmm. Sounds nasty. It sounds like a type of ghost. Have there been any kind of special wards against it? Like holy water or salt?”

Senshi has mixed all sort of holy things into a jar in attempt to ward off against the many ghosts in the dungeon. He also accidentally made a sorbet out of them, but that’s a plus not the main goal.