((His name is Charon, ferryman of the dead. You wake up on an unfamiliar shore with an unfamiliar ocean before you. A dense fog lingers everywhere you look. You see a few others here, who approach the ferryman and hand him a coin. One by one they board his boat.))

He looks at you and chuckles. He speaks in a deep hoarse voice. — I sure hope you brought an obol with you, or this will get really awkward...