The Heartwood just when you got it all, you always wanna get some more

The stranger seemed even more upset by his story, though Charon couldn't really grasp why. He was just explaining how it went, and if there weren't any storms, it meant no burning to a pile of ashes randomly. Gods, this stranger was acting like a tyical woman, being irrationally replacement angry at him for something he had only pointed out something else did. Geez. The way she said it it was like she thought him to be Thór himself, personally responsible for any rains of thunder.

"No need to give me the evil eye for telling you how it is," Charon said, his voice a little snippy. "Not my fault you're a weeny coward." This was stated matter-of-factly, as if he had tested it to be true that she was, in fact, a weeny coward. As soon as the words had left his lips he realised that this would likely only upset her further, but, well, that was girls for you. If they were in a mood, there was nothing he could say that'd please them.