Once upon a time, there was a character that spoke for a Narrator.

He did not have a name. The Narrator was named X, and so that was what he was called. When the Narrator needed him, he acted on their behalf. When it did not... he waited.

Today he waited on a rock with a knife and a fallen branch. Stroke by stroke, he used the knife to scape fragments off of the piece of wood, turning it into... well, he wasn't sure what exactly it was turning into, but it was turning into something. Perhaps the Narrator would be able to tell him what it was.

As he was pondering the pattern, a voice interrupted his thoughts. He blinked, and looked up into the face of a young woman. Her hand was extended towards him "Hi, I'm Melody, what's your name?" she asked. She looked down at the piece of wood in his hands. "That's a cool walking staff, what are you carving? Are you going to use that on the quest?" She paused. "Are you even coming on the quest?"

The character who spoke for X stared at the hand for several moments before remembering what he was supposed to do with it. He shook it, dutifully. "I... don't have a name," he answered. He looked down, at the piece of wood in his hands. "A walking stick," he said, slowly. Yes, that made sense. How could he not have seen in before? He looked up again, into Melody's expectant brown eyes. The Narrator was not here, but perhaps...?

"I think," he said, deliberately, "that I would like to come on this quest."