Moonspear I'm lightening on my feet

As Speedy went along in the game and said she had no herbs for staying handsome, Charon snorted. With a grin he said: "Lucky me that I've got the handsome thing pretty deeply ingrained naturally, then. Don't need any herbs for that." The conversation was vaguely starting to remind him of sassy conversations he'd had with Pyx; except it had taken Pyx a lot longer to crawl out of her shell than Speedy.

On the note of the stiffness help, Charon nodded. "That'd be good." He had no idea what stuff Lyra had given him, but whatever, some more unlikely hurt. "Did you meet Lyra yet? One of my daughters, a damn fine herbalist as well. I bet you'd get along." He really only said that because they both were into herbs and knew their way around healing wounds and tending to the sick and all that jazz, but, still -- it was a useful skill to have and Lyra was often wrapped up in the herb thing. She could use some more friends.