Chapter 861: Spoken True

⟬ In a very distant location... ⟭ 

"Keeeep... your hands and other... appendages... inside the ferry at all times," The ferryman whispered in a raspy voice. 

Tycondrius pursed his lips, "Not to be rude, friend, but... is that not common sense?"

The ferryman lifted his head, revealing the crystalline skull underneath his hood... "Policy... dictates that passengers be warned... due to... previousss... incidents."

"...Fair," Tycon nodded... "In that case, you've my gratitude for your diligence."

"Of... courssse."

The group of three had traversed River Letherna for over a bell, the river widening to nearly half-a-malm. All manners of ghostly creatures swam underneath its surface... though only the predators were noteworthy. 

Tycon had no wish to contest any of them.