Soon after Charon had asked for a seat he noticed what appeared to be a fight. Between a large boy and ... Roda! "Please excuse me," said Charon, setting his tray down at the table and pushing his way through the bystanders. "Roda!" called Charon as he stood between her and the advancing bull-boy. "What are you doing? Are you hurt?" The boy charged forward and just before he slammed into Charon, Charon pushed out his hand. The impact not only stopping the boy, but launching him backward several yards. Charon didn't look mad at the boy or anything. He didn't even look like he'd been trying on that last punch. He turned to Roda with a concerned look on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, offering her a hand. The bull boy had gotten the wind knocked out of him and was currently unconscious. "I did promise to protect the friends I made here, did I not?"<br/><br/>Eury watched as Charon ran off to be a hero.<span style="font-style: italic">That idiot,</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">He's gonna get us both in trouble.</span>He sat down at the table giving ample space between himself and the others, and tried to ignore the situation.