Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

Charon was glad for Atreyu's enthusiasm, for even though they didn't see eye to eye that well, Charon had a deep desire to get along with everyone (he just wasn't as good at it as he thought he was). With a smile, he casually said, "Uh, yeah, maybe he did mention it sometime." Charon didn't remember being told about it, really, but he didn't want to seem like Ragnar didn't tell him anything. Wasn't like he was a softie kid anymore, after all.

"I don't think we have any right now. Did you ever have a slave?" Charon's eyes lit up when he asked the question, eager to hear if Atreyu had any experience bossing others around. Seemed like a pretty cool thought, to own the life of another wolf, to young Charon. "I never saw the space where they're kept," Charon said. "Do you know where it is?" If Atreyu did know, then maybe they could check it out. Even if there weren't any slaves right now, it would be pretty cool to visit and to know for the future. He wondered to himself what a wolf would have to do to be kept a slave. He bet that nobody would mind if he captured and kept Blythe as a slave, if he ever did find her, since she'd done the Bay wrong... Although she was a lying bitch, so maybe she was better off dead for the good of the Bay; she might lie her way out of slavery otherwise.