Mark nearly jumped in excitement "sorry, anyone that met the boatman...i have been wanting to meet him for a while...i like all of that underworld stuff." Mark stared right back not flinching back "i might, but of course i never knew my father that well...but i heard he could have been, i mean how many black dragons are there with the name of charon? and dont lie to me and say there 'could be hundreds...'" Mark was enjoying this conversation and thought of something. "wait, do you think you would know his scent? i have the pendant that might still have a scent from him...i keep it clean but one thing i realized, the smell does not come out of things..." He held up the pendant to fissure