Moonspear You make wine from sour grapes

The way the wolf spoke was kinda weird. Charon looked at the youth briefly before turning back to the adult, as though trying to figure out what they were doing here, a youth and adult, together. Maybe they were father and son. Maude seemed like a funny name, but Charon didn't say anything about it. At least they were being respectful so far, and that was all he could ask for.

She asked for a wolf named Kjalarr, and it didn't really ring a bell. Charon had always called his brother Jorunn no matter what he called himself and so it didn't come familiar to him when he heard about a wolf named Kjalarr. He'd never accepted that name. He looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "Don't think I've seen anyone named Kjalarr around here." He contemplated asking for this Kjalarr wolf's looks, but then realised he didn't really give a fuck whether they found him. He didn't know what 'search for lodgings' was but he guessed, since it had the word search in it, that it had something to do with finding this Kjalarr-wolf.