At first, Autor lights up like a boy being given a puppy. He considers himself the expert on Goldkrone, given that he and he alone knows how it operates--and who is the operator.

Then he shuts down. The questions regarding his sanity still weigh on him. But despite that--or because of it--he decides to tell her.

She asked, after all, and it would be rude to refuse. He tries to ignore the fact that she is the first person to ask, and how it makes him feel.

"Well," he starts, and edges towards the chair. "Given that we're in Goldkrone, I don't know why you're asking. You'd think it's like any other town, but it's not.

"You see," he says, working himself into a cheerful fit, "Goldkrone is caught in the web of a Story being written by a dead man."