Axl was out as well, because it wasn't every day you had haunted fog - well, it kinda was here, right now, so... yeah, bad phrase. But yeah, it was weird fog. And it didn't seem to be affecting him all that much. There were whispers, sure, but they were easy to ignore, and he hadn't seen any weird fog-hands or shapes either. Maybe they didn't like being near Odin? Hah!
So Axl was out for a walk, and looking for groceries and beer and stuff. He'd found a cool weapon shop earlier and was delighted to find his sword up on the wall. He'd been starting to get worried about it being missing, since he was the one that had to look after it and all that shit, but there it was, waiting for him. Maybe he was back to being all Odiny again? Sweet as.
He was swinging the sword about as he walked through the streets, cutting through the fog with no effort required whatsoever which kinda made sense since it was fog, and paused when he heard someone in one of the shops he was walking past. He paused in the doorway, then walked in, the hand holding his sword hanging loose by his side. "Hellooo?"