Chapter 4: The Man with the Broken Wings
Shattered, I drove on for many a day, my mind being set on the land of Archland, a land of wealth and freedom. I wanted to find a new life there and leave mine behind. I fought back tears, though, every time Church or Xion crossed through my mind.
My strength of mind was enough to overcome the thoughts that tormented me. Thus in five short day, I reached Port Wansaya.
Walking along back roads, I could smell the sea breeze and hear the sound of waves crashing against the red shores. As the rode bent along the final hill, I saw the roofs of the portside buildings. I could now hear the sounds of the port's inhabitants. Children played, beggars begged, and bribers bribed.
I was not surprised to hear orders from war captains being issued to their soldiers. The armies of the Lizero may not have assaulted Port Wansaya but they had been threatened. The almost unwieldy guards looked humorous as I approached. They wore thick leather armor, and deer hide boots. None of them wore any high quality cuirasses or wielded any weapon of worth. Rusted dagger and the occasional spear was all could see. Aside from the master chief, who had a bronze cuirass and an enormous halberd, every soldier looked no tougher than a town militia.
I did not find humor in the fact that they did not look tough, for I had great respect for those who fought with pride. It was the fact that just because Exile is a penal colony, the Old Alliance armies won't provide sufficient armament. In all of Exile there was only one true command post. It was outside Cear Kruz, the holy city.
The holy city baffled me in the matter of rules. Only friars and all other higher religious followers were aloud to actually live in the city. It surprised me because although the city was so thinly populated, it still was by far the largest city in Exile. Wansaya ranks second to the city, but it is first in population.
I walked the main rode and did not stop until I had gone straight through the town. My intention was not to meddle in Wansaya. My intention was to find a ship in the docks and leave, without even turning back.
I was immediately exhilarated to see hundreds of ships docked in the bay. When my foot struck the wood of the dock, I ran with excitement to the dock patrol booth. The man in the booth was fast asleep, but I tapped his should roughly, waking him.
"Ahem…is there anything I can do for you madam?" He said irritated. "Yes! How much is it for a one way trip to Archland?" I said enthusiastically. The man smirked and almost laughed. "Get out of here woman. I don't have time for your games." He said with a playful tone in his voice.
"But I am not joking." I said angrily.
"I'm sorry madam, but you don't quite look like a wealthy person." He chortled, now becoming angry again.
"What? How wealthy does someone have to be to afford the trip?" I questioned as the man began to tug at his hair.
"The price for a one way trip to Archland is from 500,000 to 1,000,000 killos." He said earnestly. "Shall I pencil you in?"
My stomach fluttered, and heart raced. "500,000!" I yelled, "That much for just a one way trip? How does anyone leave this country?" The man, who was now grinning profusely, nodded his head in an I-told-you-so manner. The money I currently had was barely half of the cost for the trip. How long it would take to earn the money, I did not know. Perhaps all that I could do was live in Wansaya a work for the fee. And so, with feet dragging on, I marched into town to find a new but temporary life.
I spent most of the day, searching about the market square and in the tavern. I wanted to find a job that was similar to the one had at Church's tavern. I wanted most of all to be a clerk. I wanted to become one, because I knew that the pay went up quicker the longer I worked, and by the labor I put into it.
It did not take long for me to realize that the availability of occupations in Wansaya was not near as much as I had anticipated. There did not appear to be virtually any job opening for market clerks, and the tavern was already ran by two sibling hosts who did not want anyone outside the family working for them.
I then went to what I saw as the leisure side of town. There were several restaurants and a theater in this region. Several townspeople, including the poor, flocked to this area to enjoy themselves the music of the theater. I saw, however, that even though the poor could not afford the restaurants, they still came to be amongst the high spirit atmosphere.
The tone of the people was nothing short of jovial. I loved it when ever other hour or so, a group of townspeople, both rich and poor, would gather to sing and dance the hymns of beginnings. Passing by people would often signal me join them, but because of my withdrawal from society I would always just smile and tell them I was busy. They would laugh and say, "Suit, yourself!" and they would dance on in harmony, forgetting about the separation of the social classes, and work together as one.
I had noticed anyways, that the rich and the poor where one class anyways. Without either of them society would fail. The poor did the physical labor, while the rich managed the economy to keep the land prosperous for everyone. Don't get me wrong, the poor did have intelligence, but there was, in my mind, no doubt that the higher class was more suited for doing the thinking rather than the poor. As I believed the poor were more suited to the physical labor.
Society plays itself out. So I did not fully sympathize the poor for how they were, although I did mourn for those with horrible living conditions. I did not sympathize, mostly because they are a requirement, but the hoisting of the wealthy, I do believe, is unnecessary. Why should the rich, actually be thought of as higher, you ask? I suppose it is because that the rich brings in the business for the poor merchants. Society is a drive to the top, and as long as you keep trying for the goal, one can reach new heights.
I fall into a category that is often mistaken for "lucky". I have money, but I was never educated enough to be rich. So now I see myself walking into a mere restaurant. The words, "HELP WANTED" where etched into a sign posted one the door. Without hesitation, I turned the knob and crept the door open. I sauntered inside and was happy to notice everyone way far to busy to acknowledge my presence.
I went to a waiter stationed near the door. I fumbled with my word when asking about the sign on the door, but I knew he understood my intent. He bowed and took my arm. He led me back into the kitchen where I saw the cooks scrambling about fixing meals, some with cooked fish I had never seen before.
"We are in high demand for waitresses." The waiter said. "Since we need them so badly, I am only going to give you a simple test in order to get the job." The waiter grabbed a full plate of food and handed it to me carefully. He then walked down the hall where we came from. He yelled to me and told me take the food to table 14. I went into the eating area and quickly found the table labeled with the number I was searching for. "That was easy." I thought.
The waiter then came to me and said, "Good. Now grab the two plates I left on the table marked under table 7. Grab the plates and take them to that table." I began to understand now. I was to grab the plates and take them to the assigned table, but each time the number would increase.
I went back the kitchen, and did what I was told to do. I then brought the two plates to table seven. "Still easy!" I though. I looked the waiter and he nodded. Now get both table 2's and table 19's orders together. I obeyed. I went back and found that table two had one plate and 19 had two. I gasped when I felt how hard it was to keep two plates steady on one arm, while holding a single plate in the other. I though about keeping the arm with the two plates near my chest to stop the plates if they began to fall, but I quickly realized that my breathing actually pushed on the plates and made them unsteady.
I decided it was best to just try to balance the plates as best I could. So with all three plates I hobbled to table 2. I was greatly relieved when I reached it with no errors. I happily began to put the single plate down first. I caught my mistake but I was too late. My arm with the two plates was leaning downward and the plates began sliding down the length of my arm. I let go of the signal plate, as it slammed hard onto the table with a loud ping, no food was lost.
I then quickly began to raise the arm with the two plates, but fear struck as the front plate bobbled to the left and fell. I closed my eyes as it fell right into the lap of a rich, elderly man. He screamed loudly, no doubt enduring burns. I jumped back and screamed as well, forgetting about the remaining plate. It flew from my arm and shattered loudly against the hardwood floor. By this time all heads had turned on us.
The man began to jump up as the waiter came storming over. The man's wife trying to calm him as he to shook with rage. "No Rida! We're leaving!" at this time the waiter arrived. "Sir, please remain calm. I ensure that will never happen again. "I don't give a damn!" the old man yelled angrily as he grabbed his wife and stormed from the diner. The waiter now looked to me. "He was one of greatest customers!" he yelled. "And now because of you he may never come back!" I tried to reason with him, but he interrupted. "No! Don't speak! Just get out!"
"Please, if you just listen for one…" I started, but the waiter interrupted again. "I said get out!" I wanted to argue, but I began to walk away with my head down. As I walked for the door I began to hear applause from throughout the diner. "Yah!" the yelled, "Kick her out!"
I suffered a bad burn to the arm, but by this time I had no will to continue. I started back towards the tavern I found earlier. I wanted nothing more than to sleep. I walked through the more wealthy part of town on the way, only because it was quicker. I was about half way through that part of town when I heard a man calling after me. I turned to see an older man, about in his 50's scurrying my way. I stop for him and waited to take in more insults.
The man, without saying anything grabbed my arm and inspected my arm. "It looks bad." He said. I was confused at first, but when the pain of the burn surged I quickly got the picture. "Follow me." He said.
He led me just a little ways down the street until he stopped and entered a small building. It was not a labeled building so I hadn't the slightest clue of what it was. It was not until I saw the objects that filled the room that I knew where I was. I was in a clinic. "I am Dr. Lavess." He said proudly.
The elderly man sat me down and began to treat my arm. He first used herbs that I didn't recognize, and then he moved on to liquids. The liquids felt like they were burning my arm further, but I knew they were only cleaning it. He gave me ointment for the pain and then wrapped the wound thoroughly.
"Return back here at this time tommorow. I want to inspect the healing of the burn. You're very fortunate that you won't have a scar." He said as he handed me some fresh wraps. "What are these for?" I asked stupidly.
"They're for rewrapping the burn every few hours." The old man said as he began to refill his cabinets with the medications he used to tend me with. "The way they treated you at the tavern…I apologize." The man said sympathetically.
"I don't blame them. Sometimes I think I was born clumsy." I said humorously.
"If you knew you were clumsy, then why did you apply for a job there." The doctor asked, puzzled. I told him of my troubles and how I needed to get a job so I could earn enough money to sail to Archland. The man didn't look please at my dilemma, but I could still tell that he was not interested in lecturing me. "Well..." he said. "I do suppose that since my last assistant left me…I might just have a opening for a nurse."
Ethusiasm grew inside me as I saw my opportunity open up. "Really?" I asked, "Yep, and it pays well to. It's enough to send you sailing in no more than three months."
On reflex, I thanked the doctor and asked him when he needed me. He told me return at the same time as he had said before, and he would tell me then. The man, although I could tell was not accustomed to hugging, still understood and embraced as truly and as passionately as he could.
So with no delay, I left the office and returned to the portside tavern. I checked in and told the large co-sibling owner that it would be a long-term rent. He gave a small stack of parchment and another one explaining what info I had to state on the other black sheets a parchment. When all was done I went up to my small room and slept on the day I had had and the one I would be having in a few short hours.
I spent the next day purchasing necessities for my room. I stocked up on almost a whole months worth of dry food, and I was surprised to see that the cost was far less than I had expected. I also purchased more sheets, parchment, and a quill. I found that all of my needs were plentiful throughout the market area, and I was proud of myself for not being tempted to spend more than I needed to. For not doing so I was rewarded with a bargain, putting me further ahead of my intended pace.
Early in the evening I returned to the clinic to find the doctor patiently waiting and filling out doctrines. He turned to me and smiled as I approached him. "How's the arm?" he asked. In honesty it was doing far better than he said it would. Hardly any of the pain from the burn remained. "I've re wrapped it twice," I said. "But I don't think that I will even need the wrap any longer.
Hastily the doctor examined the burn and confirmed that by tomorrow morning the wrap could be removed. He then began to question me about what I new about medicines. I told him all I knew, which was only what I had been taught when I was an assassin. After he had finished his small quiz he told me he would give it a shot. I was so happy I almost embraced him like I did the night the night before, but before I could he held up a hand to stop me.
"So what is your name?" asked me, somewhat discouraged by that fact that he didn't ask earlier. I told him my name was Zabuza. "Zabuza," he continued. "I want to show you what you will be doing as you work here.
For over an hour the man explained each and every one of his tools and what they did. Some of them sickened me as he explained that one of them was for quickly cutting open a body to perform surgery. Another one, he showed me, was a chemical that was actually used to kill patient. It was sick, but I understood, "Sometimes a patient is in so much pain," he said. "That you have to let him or her go. Even sometimes, although rarely, a patient has a deadly contagious disease…and to keep it from spreading you may have to kill the patient before it becomes worse."
I found the thought of killing a person intentionally was sick, but in order to stop an epidemic, I understood that I had to sometimes take lives to save others. Even so, my heart wanted to stray from the thought of ever having to do so. There is a fine line between reviving and murder, and this act meddle on that line.
The doctor then showed me how to properly treat certain types of wounds such as cuts, gashes, stabs, punctures, stabs through the whole stomach, and even limb losses. This department I was a little more used to. Back in my days as an assassin I would often have to stop the bleeding of a comrade or apply pressure to a wound to slow the bleeding. I was glad at least one good thing came from me being an assassin.
Late into the evening Dr. Lavess finished his lesson and sent me on my way. On the way home I took my time by going through the slums. The main thought that ran through my mind was the fact that even though I had been at the office for more than five hours, I had not even once seen a patient come into the clinic. I wondered if Dr. Lavess ever saw much action. "After all…" I said to myself. "Why else would he have been so eager to chase me down and treat me yesterday?"
My thoughts trailed off when a coarse hand clasped over my mouth rendering me speechless. I jerked my head around enough to see a large man, about 6 foot 6 inches, take his free hand and pin one of my arms tightly against my back. His size was enormous compare to my 5'6". I tried to scream, but the pressure of the man's hand against my mouth was more than enough to stop me from screaming.
I saw more men approaching as the one binding me pinned me facedown to the ground. "Strip her," one of the men said with eagerness in his voice. I began to panic now that I knew the group's intentions. The man binding me, now maniacally chortling, now used the pressure of his whole body to bind my arm behind my back. Now with a free hand, the man reached his arm around my underside. I felt his throbbing member against my back, as he slip a hand under my shirt.
By this time more men were on me. One of them, near my head, began to remove his trouser in attempt to get me to pleasure his tool. In disgust I jerked form side to free my self from the assailants' grasps. My opportunity came when the man on top of me sat up slightly to remove his pants. It was then with as much force I had, I kick up hard into his crotch. When I was acknowledged with a scream, I used my free arm to reach for the dagger of the one of the men who now held my other arm. When my hand felt a hilt, I hastily unsheathed the dagger and slammed the point of the dagger hard into the upper leg of the man holding my arm.
He screamed loudly and removed his hands from my arm. With both arms free, I rolled myself to my left in time enough to dodge a heavy blow to my side. I jumped to my feet and began to move my feet. No sooner had I started my running, when a lanky man blocked my path. He came at me with his own dagger. I ran strait towards him, with my dagger in my left (Take note that I am right handed). The lanky opposition raised his dagger with his right hand and leveled it with my hand. There was no doubt the he was, indeed, aiming for my skull. When I was within striking distance the man slashed horizontally at my face. With only a few centimeters to spare, I ducked from the blow.
Then with my right foot I swept his left leg out from under him as I transferred the dagger into my hand. When the man began to stumble, he twisted to his right. With his neck exposed, I brought my dagger to the right, across his throat. With my assassin instincts returning, I turned to the man who had confined my arms, some fear in his eyes. I ran for him as I heard a lifeless body behind me hit the ground.
The man, being unarmed, began to flee, but I caught him before he could regroup with his comrades. He turned and tried to plea, but I silenced him the same way I had many people before him. The blood splattered back road became filled with the cries of me fleeing for their lives. "She's a demon!" one yelled. "Flee for your lives!"
When the road was clear, I saw that one man remained behind. It was the man who I had kicked in the crotch. He still remained gasping for breath as he held his, possibly bleeding, manhood and continuously mumbled, "My babies!" For momentary revenge I thought about removed his manhood, but I thought otherwise, "I don't want to see that hideous thing anyways…"
Midnight struck as I entered the tavern. I was not surprised to see that the lobby was still full of a ragging young adults flirting with each other, some actually more than just flirting. Occationally I would see a guy and a girl go upstairs or sometimes a guy and two girls. It didn't really bother me. I just knew that when I planned to make love, I would respect the moment and only do it with him. "Yes," I decided. "Only a him."
I carefully sat myself as far away from people as I could. It was around that time that my sense of smell caught the scent of crimson. "Blood?" I thought. At first I considered it to be on me, from my earlier bloodbath, but when I sensed that it was distanced, I knew that it was from someone else. The taver, being as croweded as it was, did not allow me to sense exactly who it was.
A few hours past and the tavern began to clear quickly. It was not until my eyes wondered to a man sleeping with his head down on the table, that I saw blood near his stomach. I stood and cautiously to the man. I took note that a small boy was sleeping across the table so I tried not to wake him.
I was directly behind the man when he began to slowly wake. I saw him raise his head to look at the young boy across from him. He then lowered his head, looking at the table. I saw his head turn two the line of my shadow and the light from the lanterns above. It did not take long for the man to quickly aware himself and jerk his head to me. Although I knew he would make the sudden motion, I was enthralled by the way he gapped at me when he gazed at me. It was not that I had never been gapped at. The men from earlier gapped at me to. From what church had often told me, me would die to be with me. He would sometimes praise me by my brown eyes and smooth, long brown hair.
It was by what I saw in his eyes, that wouldn't allow me to look away. I was in his weary eyes the exact pain that I often felt. Loneliness, sorrow, and suffering; all of these felt familiar to me. When the man smiled I looked from his eyes to the rest of him. He was tall, tanned, and extremely handsome. His beard was also neatly trimmed, and he had short brown hair. His body was in great shape and was relatively built.
I forced myself to frown and get to the point, "You smell to much of blood," I told him. The man flinched in surprise, "What?" was all he said. I was slightly embarrassed when he said this because it sounded as if I was stalking him. I rebounded with a quick smart-aleck question. "You are wounded…are you not?"
The man looked down at his stomach then look back up, "It's fine." He said. I could see from the man's wound, that he had tried to patch it up himself. He had managed to stop the bleeding, but I from what Dr. Lavess had taught me, the wound could get infected if it wasn't clean. "Nonsense! It will get infected if not healed properly!" I said trying to sound sincere.
I reached into my haversack and removed the bandage roll the doctor had given me. I placed it on the table and then went to the bar. I asked for a dish full of water and a bottle of pure alcohol. When I was given what I needed I told the bar tender to put it on my tab.
I returned and placed my new supplies on the table. I looked to the small boy who was still asleep and decided it was best if he left. "What room his he in?" I asked the man, gesturing to the boy.
Them man looked to the kid and smiled. I wondered if he was the man's son. The man was probably only about 19 or twenty year of age. Why he had a child was beyond me. "Room 5," was all he would say. I carried the light child to his room and returned, happy that the man hadn't taken advantage of my absence my running away. As a matter of fact, his shirt was already removed so that I could treat him. I began to take care of his wound when he asked, "Do you have a name?"
"Yah…some call me Zabuza," I said. The laughed, "And the others?" he asked sarcastically. I laughed to but told him the truth, "Woman," I said. For a short while the man laughed at the joke I had made but then spoke again when he had settled, "Zabuza…Is that an angelic name or a demon name?" he asked.
I was surprised by the man question, but I answered all the same, "Neither. I am a changling." The looked at me strange then spoke in a confused tone, "A Changling? What the hell is a changling?" he asked rudely.
I frowned, "It means that I have a twin, who I will one day merge with, temporarily, then separate into two people again."
"Merge!" he yelled. "Why would you merge just to separate?" It was at that time that I saw what he was. In his eyes was a gleam. A gleam, that I had been taught, was only found in angels. "It's not important angel." I said.
"H-How did you know that I'm an angel?" he stuttered with overwhelming revelation growing in his movements. "I know lots of things." I said.
I felt an uncomfortable feeling crouch over me. It made me shutter so I changed the subject, "Tell me more about you, angel." I said, almost making it sound like an order. "First off, Zabuza, my name is not angel. It's Merth," he scolded. "I am an angel of the arch. I was in town hunting a vampire named Hans. My job was to kill him."
The man had just so easily stated what he did for a living, that I wouldn't even need to ask him. "Did you succeed?" I asked. The man looked pale for a moment and bit his lip to show some kind of personal mood. "Yes, but I already wish I hadn't. I don't like to kill." I sighed and said, "Me either."
As I fished my statement, I located my mistake. "Y-You kill?" the man asked bewildered. I decided it would be best to go along with it. "Yah, all the time. I'm an assassin, temporarily, but I didn't choose to have the job." I felt a lunge in my stomach. I knew it was from the guilt I felt from being deceitful. Again, I changed the subject. "You look like a lonely person. Is that true?"
"Yes, very much so, but…how did you know?" he asked. I was drawn to his voice now as he spoke softly to me. Dazed, I answered, "I can see it in your eyes. Can you see it in mine?" Merth smiled and leaned in as in telling some kind of secret, "All I can see from your eyes is pure beauty milady."
I began to lose my alertness as I was drawn to him. I grasped one of his hands in mine. I drew my self closer to him. He lowered his head our lips embraced in a kiss. He brought his other hand to my cheek and caressed it softly. He was so wonderful, so perfect. With other desire growing inside me, I took a risk. I pulled the both of us up and with my hand guiding him, I led him upstairs to my room.
When we were alone in the small room together, I shut and latched the door and lit the lantern that hung swaying from the ceiling. I then went back to him and we embraced. His lips met mine as his left hand caressed the soft hair behind my head and his right hand found the small of my back. In my eagerness I began to unbuckle his trousers.
Noticing my eagerness, Merth accelerated his pace and began to passionately peck at my collar. I moaned and giggled as I slid his belt out of its last loop. I let the belt fall to the floor and began wrestling with the button on his pants.
He led me backwards until I felt my leg brush against the bed. He then gently began to lower me onto the, now, very inviting divan. After I undid the button on his pants, I gave Merth his turn to undress me. He raised my shirt, and I assisted him by raising my arms to allow him to lift the white shirt above my head. With my breast expose he climbed atop me and began to nip at my breast with his tongue.
I moaned and shimmied his pants down below his knees. I gasped as I felt his large manhood against my stomach. I moaned at the feeling, for it was the first time I had ever felt a man's gift on my bare body. When his trousers were off and his full body exposed, I gazed at his perfect form. I saw his throbbing member and how ready it was. I took it in hand and messaged length of his shafted, gripping it tightly.
He moaned and sucked eagerly at my tingling breasts. I wondered how a sensation on my chest could make me so damp in my lower region. His tool felt so good as I pleasured it. Like me, Merth was cleanly shaved in that region.
Finally after what felt like hours, Merth stood and began to remove my pants. I raised my legs high to make it quick and easier. When my pants were removed, Merth then confiscate my thin undergarments. He gasped when he saw my womanhood, "You're a virgin?" he asked in surprise. I nodded and he told me it would be ok. I trusted him.
He approached, and letting my soft hand guide his throbbing shaft to my wetness. He pressed against it and wiggled the head, forming an opening for his smooth member. He pressed in and my tight folds embraced him. He pressed forward until he found what his shaft was searching for. He pulled back and pressed in hard against my maidenhead. It gasped in pain, as tears formed at the corners of my eyes.
He pressed in, continuously pounding against the wall inside of me. The pain accelerated as he slammed in once more. I screamed as my wall became breached. Merth withdrew, his member still throbbing, wanting to be relieved. Merth went to my single table and fond a towel. He spent a few minutes wiping the blood from my womanhood, and then when he felt it was right to continue, he went inside me again. This time I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing the length of his shaft deep inside me. I moaned as this time I felt a surge of pleasure. He began to gently drive inside me at a steady pace. My mind became filled with ecstasy as I felt juices inside me flow; none of these juices having ever flowed before.
As I felt my pleasure quickly intensify I began to loudly pant and moan my pleasure moans. Bliss overwhelmed me from the atmosphere and the sound of our lovemaking. I began to wither as I felt that my climax was just a few moments away. "Are you ready?" he asked me. I nodded, and he began to rock against my womanhood with his tool. His pace was so fast that my folds did not have time to retract, leaving my passage completely open. When my moment came I let out a high-pitched squeal as I called out for Merth and arched my back and released a torrent of my fluids. He moaned, "Oh God, Zabuza! Your warmth feels so good." When I thought my pleasure had ended, another wave shook my body and my folds embraced him tightly causing him to moan loudly, "Oh, it feels so good, it feels like hand gripping me inside you," he moaned as his tool began to dribble. I pressed harder against him and gasped loudly in ecstasy. I felt his hot load burst inside me and fill my inner folds with immense pleasure.
For a few moments longer her continued until he was done filling me. He withdrew, and climbed into the bed on top of me. I closed my eyes as he kissed me sincerely and collapsed beside me. "I love you," he said. For him his words probably felt like a necessity, but for me it meant so much more. Before I could catch myself, I began to sob. Merth rolled over on to me and asked me what was wrong, "Did I hurt you?"
"No…" I cried. "It's just…that I've been dreaming of this moment for my entire life!" Merth smiled and said that it was his pleasure. "Zabuza," he said softly. "I don't want this feeling inside me to end."
"What feeling?" I asked him.
"Love." He said. One last time he kissed me and looked strait into dilated my eyes. "I want to be with you forever," he said. "I want to make you my queen…Will you do that for me? Will you make me…the happiest man in the entire world? Will you marry me, Zabuza?" My heart stopped. If I wasn't dreaming…he had just proposed to me. He had just offered to spend the rest of his life as my husband. I began to sob again but this time with a smile on my face, "Yes!" I cried. "Yes I will!"
