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ngl part of me read that expecting charon to try and spit on him

And Mordecai, however, remained oblivious to the fact that he was being watched.

Instead the tawny Ostrega continued to pace against the flow from the confines of the muddy bank, taking in all that was within his decidedly narrow view. There were many questions that bubbled up in lieu of company, but he knew just as well that he would not find the answers to the mystery of a waterfall. Though he was tempted to make a scale of the rise to find if streams lied above that ran their course, Mordecai did not consider himself much of a mountain climber. Once upon a time, perhaps, but since Silvertip he did not venture to higher climes readily. There was little necessity in doing so, barring having to cross them.

A sigh escaped him as he lost interest in the scenery briefly; his thoughts pulled him in another direction altogether as he cast a look back towards the path he had come. He could not linger here too long if he intended to make decent time back, and was honestly surprised he hadn't been followed out for some adventure. The perception of solitude he found there did not unsettle him, not that he had anything against the friendly sorts within the Hollow. But in his mind already there was far too much to do, and the narrow road towards winter lingered ready on his mind.