Gyrfalcon's Keep break you down and swallow you up

Charon licked his lips and then dug in, feeling hungry from the remnants of the famine — even though he had eaten enough lately, he still felt like he should eat as much as he could whenever opportunity presented itself. He started to eat, though he wouldn't chase away Szymon if he were to join; there was plenty for both of them anyway. Instinct dictated that he should claim this food as his own, but he overruled such base thoughts, knowing that a possible alliance could bring him things greater than more meat than he could carry.

As Silent Szymon asked him if he hunted them more often, Charon rolled his shoulders in a shrug and, between bites, said, "Sometimes. I live on a mountain." He was pretty sure he'd already shared that tidbit, so surely Szymon understood it wasn't the first time that he had taken on such formidable creatures.

Szymon then said that he wanted its head, and though Charon couldn't fathom why — but maybe just because it was pretty, or cool, or to claim any pride in killing it towards someone he fancied; Charon himself could appreciate aesthetics, too. "Sure, whatev," he said, clearly not caring much for the head at all.