Astrid didn't bat an eyelid at the storytellers arrival. She was facing him split-second after his first atoms materialized, assesing him. And sadly, even if the man seemed mundane, she felt very well the aura of storytelling around him. He was an untouchable, omnipotent and whimsical being that could regard entire world as his toy.<br/>And he seemed like he was around all the time. Like the most everyday guy you meet when picking up newspapers...<br/><br/>Thoughts flown rather fast trough her head. She had questions for him all right.<br/><br/>"You better make sure my Tomb is like it is supposed to be, especially the armoury. I want to pick myself something better that this pistol before anything starts..."<br/><br/>"Hell gets loose? What exactly do you mean?"