Grouse Thicket SLACKBOT THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU

Charon was swiftly growing more and more frustrated with this lady, annoyed that she was telling him what to do when she didn't even know the full story. He snapped, "I wouldn't regret it because I'd know that my mate doesn't have to glue her tail to her stomach every time she goes to sleep." Realising that he had used a weird metaphor, Charon quickly said: "Anyway, it doesn't matter, let's just stop about it. Just... Be careful, if you do run into him. He isn't what he seems."

Glad to be away from the subject and onto introductions, the dark clouds withdrew from Charon's face and he responded, not unkindly, "I'm Charon Ostrega, from Moonspear." He thought Absinthe was kind of a weird name, but decided not to comment on it, knowing wolves could be sort of touchy on any kind of insult, but especially personal ones. After a moment of thought he said, "Did you want to go find a more open space to watch the stars from? Or would you rather go home — wherever that is." He wasn't really sure why she was out and about, though he was pretty sure she had to have said something about it at some point, but he'd forgotten if she had.