Arlon returned to the potion store, assuming Charon's summons meant something important.
But as soon as he entered, Charon handed him a package. "Here, a gift," he said gruffly.
The tone of his voice, more suited to delivering a scolding than a present, might have intimidated most people. But Arlon was used to it.
What he wasn't used to, however, was Charon giving gifts—especially ones so carefully packaged. He assumed Shirl must have been responsible for the wrapping.
Curious, Arlon opened the package. Inside was a... mask.
It was simple and unadorned, a flat white mask with two black lines extending from the top to the eye holes.
Arlon tilted his head, puzzled. Why would Charon give him a mask?
"Sir Charon... Thank you for the gift. But what is this?" he asked.
"Can't you see? It's a mask," Charon replied, his tone almost mocking.
"I know that. But does it do anything? Does it have any special features?"
