It was silent for a bit. Brynn broke it.
"Us?" she asked, then quickly added, "Not to question your actions, Majesty, but why us?"
"None taken, Brynneth. You see, you two already have a bit of experience. Some of these artifacts are quite dangerous, and you have proven that both of you put Neopia before yourselves. You have unique abilities that could prove very useful in recovering artefacts."
Brynn and Hanso looked at each other. They turned towards Fyora.
"We'll do it," said Brynn. Fyora smiled.
"Excellent! Now, I already have your first assignment. You can begin now or later."
"Now," Hanso said.
"Alright." Fyora got up from her throne and went behind it, returning with a small folder. "This contains all the information you will need. I suggest you study it. A room has been set aside for you to use as a headquarters. Keaira will lead you there." Fyora nodded to the dark faerie who had taken them to the throne room. She smiled.
"This way," she said, leading them down the hall. She opened the door to what seemed like a house.
"Is this a house or an office?" Hanso asked.
"It's a bit of both, actually. You guys can stay here or return home, but it might be easier to stay up here." Keaira smiled at them. "I've gotta go. But if you ever need help, my room's just next door. If I'm not there, my roommate might know where I am." And with that, Keaira left.
"She seemed nice," Brynn commented. She sat down on the purple couch. "Now, let's look at the folder."
On the front it said "Emerald Ring" in Fyora's flowy, fancy writing. Inside were some papers, a picture of the ring, and a map of Neopia with symbols covering it.
Brynn read aloud from the papers.
"The Emerald Ring is a ring belonging to Jhudora. It was a gift from her apprentice, a young Darigan Aisha named Shay. This ring gives the wearer dark magic, or amplifies any already possessed.
Jhudora came to the palace two days ago, saying that the ring was stolen. We do not know where it is or why it has been taken." Brynn put down the paper. "We should find Shay. She might have ideas of who stole it." Hanso nodded.
"Does it say where she lives anywhere?" Brynn asked. Hanso scanned the map, finding a small symbol that labeled Shays house on an island under Faerieland.
"Right there."
"How do we get there?"
"Swim?" Hanso suggested. Brynn glared at him.
"Hanso, be serious."
"A boat?"
"That might work." Brynn yawned. "Let's figure out how to get a boat tomorrow. I'm tired."
"Well, this is a houseā¦" Hanso got up and walked down the hall. "Over here, Brynn."
Brynn walked into the bedroom and collapsed on one of the two beds. They were asleep within minutes.
