Greatwater Lake Milk-colored eye

When the girl asked for confirmation, Charon was quick to nod. ”Uh-huh! It says like, ‘someone tried to mess with me once and it ended badly for him’, or like, ‘you should’ve seen the other guy!’ You know, ‘cause the other guy was a lot worse off. Scars are bad-ass.” Charon nodded, as though to say ‘that’s a fact!’. He did think that scars looked pretty bad-ass, really. Then the girl went on to say she had been attacked, which probably made it a less joyous occasion for her. But still, scars were bad-ass.

When she mentioned being blind, Charon looked confused for a moment, before realizing she must not be able to see through her white, scarred eye. He hadn’t even considered that at all. ”Well, I didn’t know you were attacked,” he said, although it wouldn’t have been a difficult equation to make. ”I just thought your eye looked, y’know… cool.” Charon couldn’t tell whether the girl was upset with him that she asked why he’d want to be attacked, or if she was just curious because she, being attacked and all, didn’t understand.

Deciding to try and break the ice, Charon suggested, ”Hey, I was attacked once. Wanna see my scar? It’s a lot more hidden though, so not really that cool.”  Charon moved closer to the girl and scratched his neck with his paw, hoping to expose what was left from the attack by the monstrous dog in Dawnlark Plains many months ago. It wasn’t a very big scar and it didn’t show unless you’d look closely, but if she felt bad about being attacked, Charon hoped that she’d feel better if he showed her that even cool guys like himself got attacked.