Fissure shook his head. "I wouldn't know the scent at all. These memories are longer ago than you might grasp. I rember Charon from when I was still in an egg; you hear a lot when you're in an egg for years with nothing to do but listen. Heck, I don't know how long it took to hatch, but I know Charon hatched before I did, though I can't tell you whose egg came first..." The dragon pauses, struggling to remember everything he'd heard about Charon. "Yes, Charon was an orphan. His mother was dead and his father was a deserter, and resultantly exiled. That's what they said, at least. He sure believed them, and disappeared one day after going out to look for his father. He never came back. I would think he left the world via the same means Diarow and I used. Anyway, they said his father was a deserter, because my father said so. It was suspicious, I think. Nobody remebered Charon's father at all. Personally, I think he was a son of......Erm, he was killed by a mob, you said? Well that's disappointing. Could you, by any chance, take me to him?"