Unfamiliar voices drifted across the caverns, reaching the ferryman's non-existent ears and waking him from his light nap in the process. It didn't take long for him to shake off the last traces of slumber as he shifted from his spot in the boat.

A new group, eh? Oh, goodie.

If they were worried about fresh bones, Charon wondered what they'd think of him. Well, only one way to find out. After giving an exaggerated yawn, Charon pushed himself up to a stand, bleached white bones illuminated by the flashlight. His fingers curled around a single staff as he surveyed the next batch of fools with an empty-eyed stare.

There were only two this time, which was a relief after having to deal with that one six-person group several nights ago. (What was this, a freaking bus service?) Of course, his night got even better when he caught a good look at the patients' faces. Glasses and a cute, short haircut? Well-endowed blonde beauty?

Yeah, Charon could work with this.

As he did a perfect Prince Charming impersonation, Charon gifted them with his eternal smile. "Well, hello there, ladies."