It was at this point that the fact that a living legend had just walked into camp no longer had the initial impact necessary to stun The Storyteller. And with this return of clarity came a realization. There was an integral part of this story unfolding in front of him and he wasn't writing it down. With a snap of his fingers, his storybook was in his hands. Another snap, and a quill sprang into existence with which The Storyteller began to write furiously.