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When he saw the approach of another in the distance, budding excitement was quickly replaced by irritation when he noted that it was not the face of his friend, the one he had called for, that had come to greet him. It was his uncle, the one he hadn't seen since that one visit where he'd come to see his brother who had been long-dead by then. He hadn't bothered visiting his nephews since. Typical.

But when the older Ostrega drew nearer, Charon noticed an unpleasant scent to him. He couldn't figure out why, but it unnerved him and made him feel uncomfortable, like running. It made him feel, in combination with the fact that his adventurous friend was not here to greet him herself, like something was wrong with Osprey.

'How are you'. Three simple words that had never been more inappropriate. "How am I? Where's Osprey? Why isn't she here?" Charon's brow furrowed into an angry scowl while he demanded these things, although there was a quaver in his voice that betrayed the fear his anger spewed forth from. "Where is she?!" Charon demanded again, his voice rising to a pitched squeak at the end of it, saying it as though Mordecai had perhaps hidden Osprey away himself.