Moonspear safe in the steep cliffs

Aesop was quick to give up now that reinforcements had arrived, and Charon laughed happily, glad to have time for such idle play with his daughters, as he watched his old mentor slump down to the ground and fall silent as though defeated for good. "Well done, girls," he cheered at his daughters when he had removed his mouth from Aesop's tail (he, too, liked his life better without it there).

Hydra's questioning look after finding out that Aesop was dead now and wasn't responding any longer was hilarious, and as such, Charon couldn't help but burst into laughter again. Laughing at your kids probably wasn't very good parenting, but they just shouldn't have been so darn funny then. "He's dead now," Charon explained in between chuckles, "Which means he'll never get up again. Yup, he'll just have to stay here for the rest of forever until he's decayed 'cause if he gets up again, you girls will finish him right off." He wasn't sure how much of these words the girls even understood since they spoke only simple words so far; truthfully, they were intended more for Aesop than for his girls anyway. The charade would soon be over and they'd realise that 'uncle Aesop' was a good chew toy but also not-an-intruder, but Charon was going to enjoy it a little while longer before they'd get there.