Charon chuckled and pointed to one side where a ghostly image of Argo and a beautiful woman clad in little more than her own hair sat upon the rocks of a trecherous shore line. Though the vision was silent, it was obvious the woman was singing while Argo brushed her hair. Rapt enchantment upon his features.
"The great Son of Hercules was drawn away from his companions by the voice of a wicked woman. His lust for the earthly pleasure found between her legs more important to his soul than that of his fellows. And now Pluto calls your soul to his kingdom. Don not worry for the fee, it has already been paid."
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