"Hah!" The ferryman's bark of a laugh echoed against the cavern walls as he pushed his skeleton of a body up for the small group to see. Unlike last time, his voice immediately sounded gravelly and rough, like rocks scraping against the side of a mountain. "Maybe you shouldn't drag your feet so much, Mouthy!"

He fixed his hollow eye sockets onto the three patients seeking to cross the lake. "And you could try hijacking the boat, Stinky," he chuckled, "but I don't think you can exactly afford to lose anymore people in your group."

With that underlying threat, the skeleton gestured at the men with his staff. "All right, then, what'll it be this time? We don't have all night, you know."