"Echlar, meet War Scribe...my..uh, nemesis. My killer, and now my new assistant Lorekeeper, thanks to the Infallible Wisdom of The Everlasting Know It All..." Zakiyah glared at the sky, and felt a vast amusement peering back. "Life just got really WIERD." "It has indeed, Big Sister, it has indeed!" admitted War Scribe with a vicious grin, "And, just for the record, YOU'RE MY ASSISTANT LOREKEEPER, YOU LITTLE CRIPPLE!!! GET OUT OF THAT BED AND TAKE ME TO MY LIBRARY--NOW!!!"
Turning to face the Wizard Echlar, War Scribe said in a much calmer voice, "And as for you, my dear gentle sir! If you want to blast me into oblivion, by all means, take your best shot! Go for it! I dare ya'! Do it! Hit me with everything you've got! I love the smell of burning flesh and the incinerated remains of the dead!"
Looking past Echlar, the Drow Chronicler asked the Vallifreyian Lorekeeper, "Hey, Zak! Before this clown kills me, do you have a message that you want me to give to Death!?! Speak up now, this guy looks like he's going to fry me in a second!"
