Ferryman's Links
Despite his many... many attempts, I have held steadfast in my refusal to join this man's... 'herd', as he calls it.
A stowaway upon my ferry, more often than not. They are quiet, and not trying to escape, so I let them join me for the ride. It is nice to have company, now and again.
I remember this one. The coins were singed, somehow. Half melted upon his countenance. I did not receive my dues, but... something within him was broken. I took what I could, gave what little peace I managed to muster. I wish I could have done more, for him.
I had to wait, far longer than most, for this one to join his sibling. I was not able to take from him what the Ambience had given. Oil drenched, ragged breathing like his heart still beats. I check on him, now and again, but he does not seem to care for my friendship. Alas.
A quick release. This one held the coins for their brother, waiting long past the sunrise for the screaming to stop. I took that memory from them, they asked. I believe that they are still a wanderer, lost, unsure of what to do or where to be.
I do not know how you made your way into the Locker. My ferry did not carry you. Did you swim, perhaps, through the Lake of Warring Souls? I don't know how you came out of the water in one piece, and yet, here you stand. The sharp corals did not maim you, the hatred of damned souls did not drag you under. What are you, stranger?