"Well that depends," he said "Who wants to know?"
"Of all the Story Tellers he could've found first it had to be Rise. He's as stubborn as a bull and never trusts anyone's report second hand." she muttered, coming in to land.
She circled once just above them and flew away again, deciding against it.
"Hatchet will manage on his own. I can't go thinking I have to have a part in everything." she decided, going over to the next town, where she heard of someone who did odd jobs with an exceptionally high level of skills.
"Yes," he said "I have one, and I'm guessing Degari is calling a meeting at stonehenge. Am I correct?"
"As for ammo you can go down the street to the gun store."
He shot off leaving a red trail behind him, like a small red shooting star. Within seconds he was at stonehenge. He landed slowly and leaned against one of the ancient stones. The sun was slowly setting. He pulled out a large golden claymore, seemingly from nowhere and began to practice.
"Curse you malyg" Elite muttered to himself. "This isn't quite what I meant when I said have you got anything I can use for a little light reading"
Bright crimson sparks suddenly erupted from the fire place. The book sprang out from the flames, legs sprawling out from underneath it. A large gash appeared over the title of the book, the title of which read THE CHU BEST OF COLLECTION, razer teeth appeared from inside it and the book grabbed a hold of Elite smashing him into the ground.
"How very rude of you to attempt to destroy the hard work of all the chuvians!" said the book. "Now I will recite the entire story back to you as punishment for this failed attempt at being postmodern."
"Degari walked through the streets, making sure that the dagger in her boot was snug, secure and easy to take out in one easy action. She stuck to the shadows, trying to avoid attention, imagining herself invisible."
Elie was already comatose by the 3rd syllable.