I tried to wipe the blood and bits off my glasses (even in death she was obscuring my ability to see clearly) and wandered through the field of red.

"I told you Karen. I told you to stop going against the patriarchy. It is just not viable. Damnit.", she obviously could not hear me with her ears splattered into tiny pieces.

I had been too occupied with writing about the fight and drawing to actually help her, so it was in a way my fault. I mean I could cheat and write that she would come back to life or something, but that... would seriously undermine this books credibility (which is highly important of course). "Sorry Karen. I already told you farewell once and now it is time to repeat it. See you in a few years in which I will say farewell a third time or so.", with these words I left to continue writing.

Chaol watched through its anchor. Volt'Em had just used it to scratch his back. The back smelled sweaty to Chaol. "Stop using my anchor as a backscratcher", Chaol spoke through its anchor. "Uh... is this rock some kind of telephone?", Volt'Em sounded confused and surprised. "Yes, yes it is a telephone. And it is my telephone. Would you please stop rubbing it on your back?", Chaol knew better than intimidating that idiot.

Volt'Em stopped rubbing the anchor against his back, shortly, but then continued apologizing: "Sorry, this telephone has just the right shape to scratch that spot. And I can't get my snake to scratch it as it has no arms. Only poisonous fangs. And I don't want to be poisoned.".

Chaol, eldritch corruptor of ocean, air and technology felt something akin frustration.

"By the way who is this? I am Ord Volt'Em. Most people would be rather respectful as I am also a lord.", he spoke without stopping to scratch his back.

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"I am... Paul. Paul Smith. Oh please Lord Volt'Em, could you stop scratching your back with my phone? It is getting all sweaty.", Chaol spoke in a voice that could not be more average.

Finally Volt'Em stopped, but the anchor was already drenched in sweat, a disgusting smell assaulting the senses of Chaol. "I'll keep your phone ok? It is super convenient and useful.", Volt'Em seemed to already have made up his mind.

"Sure sure. Keep that phone. But please keep it clean and if possible get off that dry blood.", Chaol had tired of the mortal. Volt'Em on the other hand was in high alert.

Paul was a witness. He had to kill Paul so that the bounty on his head would be gone, but he did not know where Paul was.

He would have to go to the only one knowledgeable enough to find Paul: HungryVisitor.

Or alternatively Karen, but he didn't feel like having fictional kids taken away or having to call Billie.

Chaol had found someone... special in the sewers. Too bad it could not speak without anchor, because this person was very valuable to its plans. It was a hard working man, the only working man in fact: Marco Marco.

Everyone else just refused to work without pay and there was no pay because Marco Marco owned all money for he was going to do plumbing forever or until he was killed.

Well god worked too, creating all that money for which Marco worked, but that was barely work for god.

Was Marco spending money? No, he was too occupied with working to spend money.

A useful man, in Chaols opinion. Mankind was slacking and all that because no money was in economy.

Currently Marco Marco looked worried. His brother Lugia had not appeared at the meeting place and it was impossible for him to be late.

Marco Marco vanished into the past and the observant Chaol followed.