@zaniel: The Author strolled into the room past Zaniel: "You shall have your knife soon, but when I deem you ready to have it returned, in the meantime you would do your lady friend a service, by using your wits instead of your trinkets." He said sharply, but then suddenly his tone changed to a softer tone as he looked back at him and smiled, "You're an angel after all I'm sure you can figure something out." With that the Author took the first step into the next part of the story.
@madame_techia: The Author stared up at the marvelous creature. To many, the "butcher" would be seen as grotesque and vile, but in the end, life was life. Life was something that should be deeply valued despite the fact that all of existence belittled it so. The Author watched as the combat took place. Normally he would stand back, pull out his notebook and begin scribbling away at everything taking place, but he had business here. There was another in the room Namoi Ramsbottom. A little dust speck in the great vastness of existence. Still she had something he wanted. He moved forward and glared directly into her eyes, and demanded of her.
"Where is it? Where is the Grimoire?"