"You are not meant to be here." Said the boatman.
Jase looked up to see an old man in a hooded robe and recognized him immediatly as Charon, the boatman who ferried the dead over the river Styx in Greek Mythology.
He was surprised that his mind accepted this so calmly.
"You are still mortal. What are you doing here?"
Jase shook his head "A mirror..." he stammered as he reagained his feet.
The old man looked at him gravely. "Not one that I know of. An yet stil....a mortal. And what will you pay me for this service?"
Jase remembered that all the dead paid the boatman for his service, and he patted down his pockets for his wallet. It was still there, and had three crumpled notes in it. He held it out to the boatman, with a sheepish grin.
The old man took the notes in his hand and placed them inside his robes.
"Money...is money." said Charon as he pushed off with his staff towards the opposite bank of the river of the dead.
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