Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

It was evident from Charon's face that he didn't trust Atreyu one bit. He didn't think that Atreyu was serious at all. However, Charon was distracted when Atreyu mentioned the word 'heir'; he hadn't really considered this much himself (even though he had considered how capable a leader he'd be). "Yeah, well -- Yeah... Yeah, I suppose I am like the heir of this place." Charon scrambled to his feet and proudly puffed his chest forward in arrogance. He was perhaps not Ragnar and Thistle's biological son, but whatever. Gunnar didn't seem like the leadership type, anyway; too soft.

"Well, I can't help how I sleep. And maybe you should be nicer to me, y'know, being the heir and all." Charon grinned triumphantly at Atreyu, though part of what he said was jest. Although it wouldn't hurt if Atreyu took it seriously -- that guy could use a serious chill pill. "Anyway, nice to see you're still around, I guess. We could use some more loyal wolves around here, some of them just up and leave after a while." Charon decided to try and be nicer to Atreyu, too, by giving him a compliment - sort of - in hopes of burying the hatchet for good.