Moonspear fear is the hand that pulls your strings

When Dirge mentioned that the year had not been kind to him in more than one way, Charon's jaw stiffened a bit. He did not consider himself old in any way but it was undeniable that he was no longer the sprighty two year old he had been when he had fathered his first litter. Time took its toll and it was visible on the outside for the most part. Even though there was no judgement in Dirge's tones, Charon could not help but feel annoyed by this.

It didn't show in his demeanour however, and he shook his head at the question. I ran into an old ghost from the past in the tuktu lands, Charon said. Some crazy person who attacked me on sight. He wasn't the only one who'd gotten hurt, but still, it was unfortunate and made him feel vulnerable to miss one of his eyes in sight. Only one step from being totally blind. He startled more often and was less comfortable being on his own, even though he didn't admit to any of that when asked.

How were your travels? he asked; although Charon was not too keen on Dirge's frequent departures from the Spear, maybe he had some valuable information he could share.