"Eh, yes," Charon seemed to fumble over his words as if talking to the centaur required effort. "I am ... nowhere ... ah, going nowhere, that is. Just over there to, um, relieve myself." He never met Elswarth's gaze for more than an instant. Charon always had a hard time speaking with the living but was usually able to suppress his discomfort. Something about these centaurs made him extra uneasy.
Charon froze in his tracks. He looked to the giant horse-man as a sudden realization came to him. "It is acceptable to do that here, yes?" Charon asked reluctantly. "This is not a ... a holy place for you, is it?"
Charon froze in his tracks. He looked to the giant horse-man as a sudden realization came to him. "It is acceptable to do that here, yes?" Charon asked reluctantly. "This is not a ... a holy place for you, is it?"