Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

"And I am proud of my champion. He too, has suffered much."

"Indeed. They have much in common."

Stonepaw is watching all of this with a look that says: 'Am I not even here?!'

Saronda, thinking much the same, glances at him with a look that says: Do we not exist?

Stonepaw shrugs, holding out a wrapped present to her.

She raises an eyebrow at it. 'What's this?' she mouths.

He mouths back: "Present."

She looks at him oddly, opening it.

In it is a medium sized booked, black leather bound, held closed by two leather straps with silver locks. Stonepaw hands her a key.

She squees softly and take the key, unlocking it.

The book opens, and a deep voice says: "Ask your question."

"Um..."

"What?"

"Am I supposed to ask it something?"

"If you want to know something, then yes."

"Cool!"

"Careful. Asking certain questions gets... sticky..."

"...Sticky?"

"Yeah... I asked a question that was a paradox, and the universe cracked. Also, I now know the answer to which came first."

"...I'm pretty sure there's a god that knows the answers... But he's the god of Paradox."

"I meant the chicken or the egg. Now ask your questions..."

"Um...Why does the Neraphrim hate Sarillan?"

((Asking me things I can't know, huh? Alright, just for that, I'll make up an answer.))
"It is quite simple. She fears you will become corrupted, and cease to be her friend, which you secretly are, at least in her mind."

((Geh.. Sorry. It's because Sarillan wants to kill a dragon and Shali is a dragon friend.))

"Ask another question?"