"I could deliver said invitations at your order, Majesty," Charon offered, trying to be helpful. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Perhaps your majesty might consider the usefulness of some gates for the surroundings?" he added. "And something large to intimid—I mean, ahem, keep order, once they've been ferried across? A sort of guard, if you will." Charon spoke naught on the beauty aspect—it was far from his area of expertise, and he knew what he knew, but (perhaps most importantly) he knew what he did not know. Aesthetics were, after all, relative, and his tastes were a bit unique.