[It's not every time that he feels his feet singe. This time, he thanks the gods for the fortunate location of Charon's boat, even if every muscle around his bones screams when he lifts himself up and staggers onto the boat's deck.
The moment he does, he takes a deep breath, lung-rattling, reviving. The same you hear from those who edged on suffocating.] That's, that's quite alright.
[He says, as he allows his weight to drop unceremoniously onto the bench at the bow, leaning back to gather his bearings, breath, energy. He takes a couple of long deep breaths as Charon digs his oar onto the river's waters and they begin their journey.] Ah, thank the Styx.
[Finally lifting his head, he does face the girl at last.] Sorry but who might you be?
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The moment he does, he takes a deep breath, lung-rattling, reviving. The same you hear from those who edged on suffocating.] That's, that's quite alright.
[He says, as he allows his weight to drop unceremoniously onto the bench at the bow, leaning back to gather his bearings, breath, energy. He takes a couple of long deep breaths as Charon digs his oar onto the river's waters and they begin their journey.] Ah, thank the Styx.
[Finally lifting his head, he does face the girl at last.] Sorry but who might you be?