Another update!? Hehe, Happy Father's Day everyone! I hope everyone has treated their dad to a special dinner or something. I found some time off and wrote this chapter. I would like to answer some questions in this A/N. First, will I write after the death of Galbatorix? Yes I will but I won't stretch it out. Maybe a few chapters, five at most to wrap up the entire story and an epilogue to follow. Second, can I change the banner (picture of KTY). That's my profile picture so I'll just leave that there. Third, what about Glaedr's Eldunari? You'll find out later. These three questions stood out to me. And I would also like to address this comment about me trying to wrap things up short and quick. I feel like I am but I'm just cutting down excessive details that CP has put in the original. For example, I don't believe in using about seven pages to describe the process of making a sword. Anyways, this is all I wanted to say. RR!
Walking through the wide stone hallways with their peaked ceilings, Eragon and Arya walked side by side with the dragons following behind them on foot seeing as they couldn't fly freely throughout the tunnels. It had been a while since he'd been in the stone city of Tronjheim. Entrance to the city wasn't difficult but it was complicated. At the sight of Eridor and Saphira, the dwarves immediately acknowledged their presence. However he was positive that they were wary of Arya for she had shattered their beloved jewel, the star sapphire—the Isidar Mithrim. She didn't seem to mind their glares though. And if they dared to attack her, they would have Islanzadí's wrath come down on them as well as Eridor's and Eragon's combined.
"I'd forgotten how much I disliked being underground," said Eragon as they walked. Arya nodded.
"It is unlike the openness of the forest," said Arya, they continued walked until they reached an open chamber to which they found Murtagh, Thorn, and Orik waiting for them as well as a small unit of guards. They greeted them. "It seems that you were indeed voted as the grimstborith of Dûrgrimst Ingeitum."
"It is good to see that you are well Arya," said Orik greeting them with welcoming arms. He glanced towards Eragon, "I didn't get to see you off Eragon after the Battle of the Burning Plains. I hope you've been doing well since then."
"I have," said Eragon with a nod of his head. He glanced at Murtagh and at the guards that surrounded him, "I take it that it isn't entirely safe here."
Orik nodded stroking his beard, "Aye, the fight for the throne is never taken lightly. And now with the dragon riders walking our halls, it makes matters all the more serious. Never before has someone apart from our race sat in on our meetings. However, Murtagh and now you Shadeslayer shall sit in on our meetings. We are not used to such change in such a short amount of time."
"Have you already met for the day?" asked Eragon. Orik nodded.
"The meeting is adjourned and we are to meet in the morn to continue," Orik glanced to Murtagh, "I've heard that Murtagh has informed you what has been occurring in the halls of Tronjheim. Would you like another report?"
He shook his head, "I was well informed. In any case, we should focus on garnering support for you before the vote takes place. It is important that you Orik become the next king of your people. I understand that Murtagh may have already told you of this but Nasuada pledges her full support to you and as her vassal I shall do the same. I do not understand the politics of your people Orik, but I trust that you can conduct yourself well enough to gain a favorable position amongst the clans."
Orik seemed more than pleased with his words and welcomed the dragons warmly into their halls. Eragon knew that they were taking a risk by backing Orik but with their backing Orik stood as a favorable candidate to the throne. And though he didn't want to involve Arya, his bond with her would put others under the assumption that the elves would back Orik too if needed. For she was his mate and by extension she was related to Orik and his clansmen by law. It was a slippery slope but a thought to contend with no less. As they were shown to their quarters, Murtagh took the time to study both Arya and Eragon. He thought he saw a fleeting look of longing in his eyes but put it aside. He must be imagining things. Murtagh glanced at both of his swords.
"You have two rider's blades," said Murtagh astonished. Eragon nodded. "How did you manage to get those forged?"
"She made me forge one by hand and the other Arya forged for me," said Eragon not referring to Rhunön by name. Murtagh nodded. He saw him glance at his own blade. Eragon knew that he was thinking of how his blade was the blade that was his father's. It was the blade of a traitor. That was a heavy burden for him to carry about. But now, the meaning of the blade had changed after being in Murtagh's hands. He stared ahead as they followed Orik. "Zar'roc is as great of a blade as any. There's no shame in carrying it Murtagh."
Are you comforting him? Asked Saphira as she followed behind the guards with Eridor and Thorn. This is an odd sight indeed.
Eragon ignored her and glanced back at the guards following them. "These are your guards Murtagh?" asked Eragon. Murtagh nodded. Orik turned back as he heard his question.
"Since he is my foster brother, he faces dangers as he stays in Tronjheim," said Orik darkly, "Mine clan are happy to accept him as a brother however there are others who do not see that a dragon rider is fit to be one of our people. I would also like to extend the protection to you as well Eragon but I believe that you wouldn't want such."
"I would not," said Eragon. He could protect himself well enough. At Orik's words he could feel the slight shame radiating from Murtagh for he was the only one of the three of them that required the protection from Orik's clan. "I take it that the Az Sweldn rak Anhûin is giving you trouble."
"Aye," nodded Orik gravely, "They are most opposed to the presence of riders especially within our customs." He heard that they delayed the meetings for six hours to vote whether or not it was necessary to have Murtagh be a part of the deliberations. They continued through Tronjheim with Orik informing them of the recent activities in the city. However he kept any political news quiet for it was too dangerous to speak of it outright. As they followed Orik, they walked across the center of Tronjheim, meeting plenty of dwarves that filled the city. From what Murtagh told him it appeared that dwarves from all the clans were present. He spotted a line of dwarves dressed entirely in dark garbs. It was the Az Sweldn rak Anhûin. The very same he met a few months ago when they attacked their company as they were leaving Farthen Dûr. They did not make any attempts to show offense for towering behind Eragon's company were the three dragons each looking fearsome in their own right. Thorn's jaws opened and snapped shut, a warning sign to the dwarves as they passed. Murtagh's eyes glanced back at the ruby dragon as if to warn him not to provoke the dwarves.
Eragon watched as they passed, while Orik took a pause in his speech Eragon took this moment to speak to him, "I heard news that you have finally married Orik," at the mention of marriage he felt a slight tinge of discomfort from Arya. At the mention of his wife, Orik immediately changed track speaking of her in adoring tones. For once Eragon could relate to the feelings of ardor. He glanced at Arya catching her dark emerald eyes. She offered him a slight smile.
"I hear that you and Arya are now a bonded pair," said Orik glancing from between them. Eragon nodded. "During such grave times like these unions such as yours is a light in the dark."
Arya inclined her head at his words as they followed Orik passing the wide opening in which they caught sight of numerous dwarves working on gathering the pieces of the Isidar Mithrim for Saphira to fulfill her promise to them. They came to a spacious hall where Murtagh was apparently staying. Thorn rested in a separate area since the quarters were not large enough to accompany his mass. The dragon hold above the Isidar Mithrim was off limits for the jewel was not in its former glory. Orik paused at a room he glanced between them in what appeared to be hesitation.
"The two of us will stay here," said Arya relieving Orik of whatever was bothering him. He nodded.
"Can you show Saphira and Eridor where to rest Thorn?" Eragon asked of the red dragon. Thorn turned to him and blinked to show that he will. They said their farewell to Orik and the others and entered the room. It was spacious enough for the two of them. He had yet to stay in a room as an honored guest in Tronjheim; the last he was here he had just joined the Varden and fought to keep the city from falling to the Urgals. He stared at the room for a moment. Stretching his neck, he set his swords down on the table. Sitting in one of the seats at the table, his eyes darted to Arya as she started to unpack a portion of her items. She pulled out a scroll to work on. He had no doubts that it was a report that she was compiling to later speak about with her mother. At the thought of her mother his mind wandered over to Gil'ead.
Oromis and Glaedr were soon to join her. For some reason, he felt anxious about them being so close to Urû'baen. If Galbatorix found out about them he would no doubt try to take them for his own or if they were uncooperative: kill them. The thought of them dying sent chills down his spine. Soon Nasuada was going to lay siege on Feinster and as her vassal he needed to fly out to support her. However…
"Is something bothering you?" Eragon turned to face Arya as she made her way over to where he sat taking the seat opposite him. She laid her scroll on the table as well as a quill and inkwell. He could tell that his emotions bothered her for she was unable to start working. Eragon thought for a moment trying to gather what was going on in his mind. He wanted to give it voice. It was something that he always found slightly difficult. After a few moments he spoke.
"I'm worried about the siege on Gil'ead," said Eragon after a moment. He crossed his legs and rested his chin on the palm of his hand, his elbow resting against the arm of the chair. "Galbatorix may not fly out directly to battle but he will make it difficult for the elves to take the city. Perhaps he'll send Jeremiah to guard the city and maybe a few Eldunarí to boost his strength."
"My people shall be with them to assist in their battles," said Arya despite her words, he could hear a trace of uncertainty within her voice. She too was feeling the same as he was. He glanced at her knowing that his train of thoughts were troubling her. He decided to change tracks.
"What is it that you are writing?" asked Eragon glancing at the scroll that she'd yet to unravel, "A report?"
Arya nodded and to show him, she unraveled the scroll which was had neat characters of the ancient language inscribed into it. He stared at the many glyphs but made no effort to read it. "My mother," she paused her eyes looking pained for a moment. After a few seconds, she regained herself, "Queen Islanzadí needs to be informed of movements outside of her realm of jurisdiction so that she may act accordingly."
So it seems that the two of them were still at an impasse thought Eragon as he watched Arya begin compiling the report. She did not pause in her writing which showed that she was not hesitant. He remained silent and merely sat there watching her his thoughts drifting from one topic to the next. The one that his mind kept wandering back to was what Elva had told him before he'd departed for Du Weldenvarden. She'd hinted at the possibility of Alagaësia having a true name. He'd used some spare time to research the topic back at Ellesmeŕa but could not find scrolls or texts that spoke about the land before the elves' arrival. Nothing seemed to predate the elves' arrival about Alagaësia. Was the information merely lost to history or was there something else greater than that?
He shifted in his sheet, folding his arms across his chest. He may have been born a human originally but he thought he acted more like an elf. He could sit for hours lost in thought. His eyes drifted to his twin blades, then Arya, and then to her report that was growing longer with each passing minute. Many would say that her diligence and work ethic stemmed from her being an elf but it wasn't. No, she was merely hardworking to begin with, which was the exact opposite from him. He didn't tend to do things unless it was absolutely necessary of him. In a way, Arya was indeed very kind.
"Arya," she paused lifting her quill from the parchment to avoid blotching the report with ink. He knew that they had somewhat spoke of this before but he wanted to see if anything had changed, "What will you do after this war is done with?"
His question seemed to have taken her by surprise. She thought for a moment, "If we manage to defeat Galbatorix, there is much left to do. For one, diplomacy will be on the forefront for the races can no longer remain isolated. They may live in different corners of Alagaësia but in order to prevent another tragedy that has befallen the order of the riders, it is essential that cooperation is given. I cannot return to my post as an ambassador for my people anymore and I doubt that they will merely stow away in the lush forest of Du Weldenvarden as they've done in the past. There is also the question of how we as riders remain independent of the politics in Alagaësia. For the last century it has been apparent that merely creating the order isn't enough to maintain peace. For what is to say that the order isn't flawed? In any event I would like to be part of the process that will help rebuild Alagaësia." Eragon nodded, he thought as much. Arya was willing to sacrifice her time once more for the greater good. Her eyes sought his, "What will you do?"
Him? He never really thought of it. He'd always thought he'd die before realizing the possibility of living outside of Galbatorix's empire. "I've said it before that I would like to live somewhere with just Saphira and myself," answered Eragon honestly, "I admit I believe that I won't be of much help in rebuilding Alagaësia."
"Why do you think that?" asked Arya. "You are the leader of the riders Eragon. As such you are needed after this war is done."
"I am not a peacemaker Arya," said Eragon seriously. He thought once more. She waited for his answer not bothered nor impatient. After a few moments he spoke, "When the time comes—if it ever does—I can only pray that I have the strength to go on."
Arya dipped her quill into the inkwell, tapping it to the side of the well to remove any excess ink. With her quill in hand, she continued to compile the report, "You will go on. You have us," she said simply. He stared at him as she compiled her report and smiled. Leave it to her to say such simple things. They remained like that in comfortable silence. Rather than relaxing, he knew that Arya would become agitated if she didn't finish the work that was left for her. While she worked, Eragon sat still and continued to ponder deeply in thought.
Early the next morning, Eragon found himself sitting beside Murtagh with his back against the curved wall of the round room set deep below the center of Tronjheim. The room was filled with dwarves ranging from servants, warriors, advisers, to the members of the clan chiefs who were privileged enough to attend the meet. The thirteen chiefs themselves were seated around a circular table in the center of the round room, their heavy carved chairs spaced evenly. To be honest, he was bored and he could tell that Murtagh was as well. At least they were agreed in this aspect. Not only did he have to hear the chiefs argue, he also had to hear it translated back to him. They all had different opinions and they all wanted the throne for different reasons whether it be power or for the good of their clan. The longer he sat in the meeting, he felt like he was going to rot away into stone. When he first entered the room for the meeting, there was a mixed reaction to his appearance. Some of them welcomed Eragon and others looked down on his appearance, well attempted to look down on him but seeing as he was much taller than them they could only glare. He could careless for what they did for they were well aware that he was not someone to take lightly. His demeanor was much colder than Murtagh's and hopefully that would help give them the upper hand as long as Murtagh didn't think of any plans to try and influence the meet.
Dwarves did not take lightly to the opinions of others.
When the meeting broke for their midday meal, Eragon was about to join Orik for lunch until the dwarf asked him to keep Murtagh company. In a low whisper, Orik spoke to him, "Murtagh had insisted that he explore the tunnels. I've gave him a company of guards but it is best Eragon if you can go and see to it that the shadows that follow him remain shadows."
"As you say."
Following Murtagh's presence, he only wished that the dragons could accompany them but their presence would give away the location of the meet. Arya had agreed to stay behind with the dragons for she said that she had no place in the deliberations of the new successor to the throne left behind by Hrothgar. He wasn't sure where it was the Murtagh planned on exploring but the more he followed him the deeper they went into the tunnels where enemies could lurk around every corner. He blinked thinking he saw someone move in the shadows cast by the amber lanterns. Ahead of him he saw Murtagh and his four guards. However, there was a slight disturbance in the air. Not liking this feeling he perceived from his surroundings, he slid into the shadows to watch from the darkness. Light on his feet he followed Murtagh stopping when he saw something move forward towards the rear of Murtagh's company. Seven dwarves dressed entirely in black garbs rushed towards him, their feet muffled with cloth to keep them silent as possible. Hmph, an assassination attempt.
Jumping from the darkness, Eragon ran forward and with his mind threw a yell to Murtagh's. Behind you!
Hearing his message, Murtagh turned catching sight of the seven attackers. He opened his mouth to warn his four guards simultaneously reaching for Zar'roc. Watching the first of the seven dwarves close in on Murtagh's company, Eragon reached up behind him and gripped the pommel of Vrangr. He hated to waste the blade that Arya forged for him on such lowlifes. Drawing Vrangr easily from its scabbard, he threw it towards the first dwarf. The sapphire blade cut through the air with tremendous speed all the while remaining silent. True to its mark, Vrangr easily sliced through the first attacker. The first dwarf fell Vrangr protruding from the dwarf's chest. The rear attack took the other six by surprise. If Murtagh understood Eragon's intent then he'll make things much easier. Not resting, Eragon drew Brisingr from its sheath. Three of the remaining six broke ranks and turned their attention to Eragon but it was too late for Eragon and Murtagh's company managed to form a pincher assault on the attackers.
Eragon! He glanced up as Murtagh threw Vrangr back towards him, the blue blade coated in red blood. Shifting to the side, he waited for the blade to pass by his body entirely before reaching out with his left hand to grab the hilt. Vrangr was a rider's blade and as such could cut through any type of ward with ease. Twirling the sword into the right position in his left hand, he paused as he saw the violet glow that ran the length of the blade pulse brighter. Then as if it was alive, the red blood that coated Vrangr was absorbed into the blade causing it to grow stronger. He shook his head, there was no time to try and explain the behavior of his sword.
He lunged forward faster than his attackers could ever achieve. The reason being was because he was changed continuously. He went from a human to a dragon rider and with Saphira's help, he gained several key characteristics bestowed upon elves. Then in Ellesmeŕa, he was changed again and his skills were once more drastically enhanced. And for the third time, he absorbed Asura's soul which would put his skills above all else except for Galbatorix.
Shuffling his feet to the side, Eragon easily deflected a blow with Vrangr and using the opening he created slashed down on one of the attackers with Brisingr loping off the dwarf's head with ease. The moment blood came into contact with Vrangr, the blade pulsed absorbing it once more. He could feel the energy flowing through his body as the purple glow grew. Crossing his blades, he parried a blow from the other attacker watching as the pale bladed dagger give way to dust as it made contact with the violet edge of Vrangr. Bringing up his right leg, Eragon easily kicked the now unarmed dwarf into the side wall with enough force to cause cracks to split the wall and travel to the floor. The body slid to the ground lifeless and with as much structure as flowing water. The last of his attackers glanced from Eragon to his dead companions. He wasn't planning on killing this one. No, he needed at least one of the seven alive to try and extract information from the dwarf or to use him as evidence. Not giving the dwarf before him time to contemplate his next actions, Eragon smashed to pieces the buckler in his left hand with the pommel of Brisingr and with Vrangr reduced his blade to nothingness.
Sheathing Vrangr in one fluid instance, Eragon kicked the feet out from under his opponent and to prevent the dwarf from moving he kept one foot on the chest of the attacker pressing down with enough force to keep him in one place. Knowing that the dwarf was indeed going to try and commit suicide, Eragon plunged Brisingr into the dwarf's left hand. A howl of pain met his ears. Then with his other foot, he kept it on the dwarf's right hand pinning him down. Bending down, Eragon removed the mask covering the dwarf's face to reveal a male dwarf gazing upon him with great hatred. He ignored the ongoing battle between Murtagh and the last of his two attackers. He and his guards should be able to dispatch of the rest and focused on the dwarf beneath him.
He tried to prod at the dwarf's mind to find that it was protected. So there was someone who was backing them in their attack and a skilled magician at that. He knew that their weapons were reinforce with wards but they were useless against his blades. "Will you speak?" asked Eragon glaring down at the dwarf with narrowed eyes as Murtagh with a loud bellow sliced one of his attacks into two halves. The dwarf beneath him shouted something before spitting on the boots that were given to Eragon from Ellesmeŕa. He felt his anger peaked. His right hand still gripping Brisingr, he moved it from side to side eliciting another howl from the dwarf. He didn't agree to torture for it reminded him of his own imprisonment and Arya's but he was willing to use it for he knew Murtagh would not have the courage to do so.
"Are you part of Az Sweldn rak Anhûin?" at the mention of the name of the dwarf clan, the dwarf beneath him began to squirm. So they were working for them. Before Eragon could attempt to get anymore information from him, the remaining attacker that Murtagh was fighting suddenly broke away from the fight and started running for the wall. Watching him, Eragon pulled Brisingr from the hand of the dwarf beneath him ready to throw it but he was too late. The last of the attackers ran straight for one of the amber lanterns. Dagger raised in the air, the weapon pierced the lantern.
An explosion erupted in the hall. Unable to keep his balance, Eragon was swept off of his feet and he flew backwards before landing on the cold ground skidding and sliding to a stop, Brisingr falling not far from him. A booming echo followed the explosion of flames nearly deafening him due to his sensitive hearing. Beside him Murtagh let out a howl of pain as he was caught in the archway of an opening. When the aftermath of the blast subsided, Eragon stood moving to pick up Brisingr. He was about to heal his ears and minor scrapes and bruises but Vrangr reacted against him as well as Arya's green magic. Within seconds he was healed and the energy that was accumulated in the blade of Vrangr from the blood it absorbed was gone. He was going to have to speak to Arya about his sword later on.
He sheathed Brisingr and made his way over to the dwarf he was just interrogating. The dwarf was burned to death, the heat melting the skin and an inch deep off of his face, which was unprotected in the blast. The dwarf that had purposely stabbed the lantern was reduced to ashes. Silencing his companion was his objective no doubt.
He studied the result of the blast. The hallway look unstable with great cracks in the ceiling, walls, and floor. He'd forgotten how dangerous the amber lanterns were. Luckily Murtagh's company was whole despite some injuries. He turned to his brother who was struggling to get to his feet due to his injuries. Eragon held out his right hand and with his magic healed Murtagh back to his original condition. "You should learn better than to walk about in such abandoned tunnels Murtagh," said Eragon as he walked about studying the fallen seven bodies.
"What were you going down here?" asked Murtagh as he went to attend to his injured guards.
"I was asked to follow you," said Eragon with a slight shrug. "A good thing at that. If not, these seven assassins would've no doubt gotten the better of you and your guards." Murtagh grunted but thanked him nonetheless. As he was assessing the situation, he heard light footsteps bound their way and turned to find Arya running towards them, her dark hair billowing behind her.
"I felt your emotions," said Arya as she came to a stop before him, "And Saphira and Thorn saw what was happening through your minds. What happened?" Her eyes found the scorched wall where the amber lantern resided before it exploded. She understood instantly then what it was that had transpired. "The aftermath could be heard throughout all of Tronjheim."
"That would mean that the other clans have no doubt been alerted of what has transpired," said Eragon. He glanced at the seven bodies and then at Murtagh and his guards. "Murtagh, get whatever it is that we can for evidence. We need to leave and return to Orik before they find us here."
He watched as Murtagh ripped something from the lifeless and burnt body of one of the seven dwarves. They departed immediately from the tunnel with Murtagh's guards showing them through different and less traveled pathways back to Orik's quarters. "Where are the dragons?" asked Eragon as they followed behind bringing up the rear in case of any other attack.
"I've sent them in the opposite direction," answered Arya in a low whisper. "I had thought that whatever that had occurred was related to either you or Murtagh. Saphira and Thorn weren't happy but we cannot have them bringing their wrath down on the clans without sufficient cause to do so."
He could always count on Arya to prevent situations from spiraling out of control. After having arrived at Orik's chambers, they waited for Orik to adjourn the meeting and gather the evidence he required from the site of conflict. While they were waiting, Eragon turned to Arya and handed her Vrangr explaining to her what had happened during the fight. Her brows furrowed the longer he spoke. When he was done, Arya studied Vrangr.
"I've only heard of such blades in myths and legends," said Arya as she slid Vrangr from its sheath. Like it did before, the blade pulsed in her hand. "And such swords were said to have demonic blades. I've yet to hear a sword of a rider possessing such unnatural power. It healed you, Eragon?" He nodded then to his surprise, she cut herself thinly on the hand. Like how it did with the blood of the assassin dwarves, it absorbed her blood, the sword pulsing to life. After a few seconds, the magic in Vrangr healed her.
"You've never heard of such things?" asked Eragon as he returned Vrangr to his back. She shook her head.
"I can only think of one thing that could cause Vrangr to act like that," said Arya as she turned to face him, "Asura's soul was absorbed by yours Eragon. As such you've consumed a part of him into yourself as well as some of his characteristics. He had a desire to devour your soul and take it into his own. Therefore, that desire must have become reflected on Vrangr. When it comes into contact with blood it absorbs the blood and turns it into energy in order to protect you. It's not a perfect theory but one that I believe matches well."
"I see," nodded Eragon as Murtagh glanced at them.
"Shouldn't we help Orik? Why are we just standing here?" asked Murtagh looking agitated. Arya answered him.
"It's best we do not interfere with the clans," said Arya seriously, "If one of them has indeed sent assassins after you than it'll make matters all the worse. A clan war could start and that can severely delay the process of voting a new ruler. In any case, Orik knows how to best handle these matters. We must trust in him. As we stand we can do nothing to influence such matters."
Murtagh scowled after a moment he glanced up at them in worry, "Are the dragons safe?"
"I've asked them to go hunting," said Arya with slanted brows. Eragon too was worried for Saphira's safety. "If the leader of these assassins can attack you without discrimination than they can easily attack the dragons."
"I don't understand, why me though?" asked Murtagh.
"Because you were the one adopted by Hrothgar," said Eragon. "If they killed you off, they'll eliminate my ties to the Dûrgrimst Ingeitum. Therefore that would put Orik in poor favor when they continue the voting process. I may say that I support Orik as a dragon rider and a vassal of Nasuada but it's a different thing entirely to have a dragon rider as part of a clan and in extension another."
"Yes," agreed Arya, "And there's also the fact that the elves support the dragon riders whoever it may be. Having you and in extension Eragon support Orik would show that we in turn support him as well as a favorable candidate to the throne."
They continued speaking until all questions of the assassination was extinguished. After that, the three of them waited oftentimes speaking to each other or merely letting the silence transverse the chambers. He hated waiting but that was all they could do now.
How did you all like this chapter? I know that some of you have expressed that you find typos/mistakes in my writing as distracting but without a beta I can't catch all of the mistakes. When I finish this story, I'll go back and revise and edit it to make it free of typos. And maybe I'll buy myself something nice to celebrate its I ever get there. Anyways, see you soon keep reading and reviewing everyone!