Hello and welcome back!
First and foremost, please accept my apologies for the absence. I had, erm... business, to take care off. However, I trust you've enjoyed your temporarily extended stay with Charon. No? Well you'll have to forgive me. In recompense I would like to treat you tonight to a special encounter.
I, your guide through the night, am about to show you that my warnings of dangers that lie in wait were not empty words. Those that are still with me, should remain close for we are about to meet a creature that is deemed to be among the fiercest. The origins of its name lie once again in ancient Greece. Although there are quite a bit of sources that date even further back, it is the Greeks that are responsible, for its infamy. So without further ado, Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Cerberos!
A foul wind blows over the handful of brave souls that are sitting in the ferry. As the prow of the boat cuts through the mist, a huge silhouette of a three headed dog emerges from the gloom. Each head is full of sharp teeth and bears a pair of bloodthirsty eyes. The foam dripping from the mouth adds to the hostile look of the hound of hell. Now you realize that the foul wind is nothing else but the devilish dog's breath.
Have you had enough? No you cannot get out and take a picture with him. He is quite sensitive to bright light and his six eyes are already eyeing your camera with suspicion. I really think we should get out of here, and leave the caretakers the daunting task of calming the beast down. He's a big fan of flute music. After several hours of listening to the music he'll fall asleep, but since neither I nor Charon can play the flute, we should get away while we still can.
