The noise continues for a few seconds more before gradually beginning to settle down. Once it was silent, the elderly gentleman continued. “Now, I know that we’re all busy with the current situation that we find ourselves in, however, we have all been assembled here by the Narrator to help figure out the plot to a certain story that we find ourselves involved with.”

The group started speaking all at once, causing the old man to raise his hands up for silence. “Please, guys. I know that you all have questions and concerns and they will be addressed in their proper order. Jocren, why don’t you go first?”

The young man with black hair and wings stood, “What I don’t understand is, why does Narrator need our help. He’s the one writing it afterall and we’re the ones playing the roles. If anything, he should be begging for our forgiveness for throwing us in the messes that we face onn a daily basis.”

“Yes, I agree and I understand, however, this current situation more benefits you than him, though it may not appear so at first,”

“Would you care to explain this in further detail, Fatheriam,” asked the floating sword.

“Certainly,” Fatheriam replied, as he slowly stroked his beard. “Have you guys been noticing that we’re not progressing very fast in the timeline? It’s like the scenes and the stages are barely getting completed and if they do get completed than it takes an awful long time to do so?”

“Well, yes, but is not that the nature of the story. Doesn’t the Narrator need inspiration to write the story and that only comes every once in a while?”

“My dear Sassy, you are partially correct. Occasionally, the Narrator will get a sudden flash of inspiration that is followed by numerous sets of bad writing. That alone is okay. It’s the nature of the beast. But what is not okay, is when the story goes flat and refuses to go anywhere. This is why the Narrator has enlisted our services. Besides all of this, we really don’t have a choice. What the Narrator says goes, goes. Next question.”

“Yeah, I have a question,” the man in the cowboy hat said,

“Yes, John.” Fatheriam replied. “What is your question?”

‘Who is that weirdo who has been starring and listening to us the whole time.”