Chapter 2
Now What Do I Do
"Yes, my lady, this is Tortall. Oh forgive me," the fat man said then in a rush then he added.
"I have forgotten my manner, I am Nathaniel Commerson. Is there anything that I may do for you?
Perhaps you need help returning home?"
"No, I can't go home right now I'm afraid I wouldn't even know how to start. I'm kind of on an
adventure of sorts you could say, and not by my choosing either." Then almost as an after thought she
added, "Just call me, Amber, none of that "my lady" stuff please? I'm not nobility, I'm just well, I
don't know I'm just not nobility."
"Of course, my," he caught himself before saying lady, "Amber. May I ask you this then, do you
have any money on you?"
This was the first time she had thought of anything like money; for a moment she felt like she
had been caught off guard. She should have thought about that before, she looked down at her person
again taking another look at just what she had on herself. She saw tied around her waist was a purse
which she hadn't seen before, it was leather and looked like it was of very good craftsmanship. She
didn't open it; she didn't feel like showing this man what was in it; instead she tested its weight by
picking it up in one hand.
Yes it felt heavy and she could hear a faint jingle as she moved it, then without missing a beat
she said, "Yes, I have some, but I'm suddenly feeling that this is not the place for me." She kept
getting this weird vibe off of Nathaniel one she couldn't really place but reminded her of going car
shopping and having the sales person trying to get you to pay far more then the car was worth. Money was
everything to that type of person and if you did not have any you weren't even worth the time of day.
She stepped backwards towards the door; the more she thought about it the more she wanted out of
the building. "Good day," she said as she turned around and made her way to the door, she wasn't going to
stay here any longer then she had to. Just then the door which she now stood directly in front of flew
open to smack her right in the head as two knights walked in.
"I'm telling you, Barson, there ain't no good fightn' going on in these parts any more. I don't
even see why the Kings got us a signed here," said one of the two knights as his friend who must be Barson
opened the door. It wasn't till the loud thud of the door against Amber's head that they took any interest
in there surroundings.
They quickly moved out of the doorway to see what it was that they had hit, as they did so they
could hear a string of curses that even soldiers wouldn't use. When they saw what they had hit it came to
them as an even bigger shock when they saw what looked like a lady in one of her finer dresses holding her
head. "Are you hurt, my lady?" asked the unknown knight.
"I'll live, I'll have a nasty bump, but I'll live," she said looking up with her hand on the spot
where her head had met the door.
The knight who had asked it she was hurt spoke again, "Here, why don't you sit down?" He led her
to a table and then he and Barson sat down as well. "I'm Sir Marks, and this," he pointed to he's friend,
"is Sir Barson. I'm so sorry about the door, we never meant to hit you."
"That's alright," she said pulling her hand away from her head. "I was just on my way out." She got
up from the table, "It was umm," she changed her mind on what she was saying, "good day, sirs." She turned
and left out the door that had so recently met her head and made her way out side. As she went out she
heard one of them say; "she didn't even give us her name."
As she walked down the road she was muttering to herself, "Now what do I do? I know where I am, but
what do I do, where do I go?" As she kept muttering to herself she and making her way down one of the roads;
she didn't notice that she was about to walk right into someone. And as that person that she was about to
walk into was also deep in thought that they too did not notice they were about to run into her. Thus the
inevitable collision occurred followed by more cursing.
"I'm sorry," Amber said as she jumped up from the ground. "I didn't mean to run into you."
"That's ok," said the person she had run into, the person was female with a thick country accent.
"You look like your almost as lost as I am. I'm Marisa Carson, I'm on my way to Corus, how 'bout you?" She
smiled and brushed the dust of herself. She had long blond hair and vibrant blue eyes; she had on a dress
much like Amber's only where Amber's was a deep burgundy hers was Blue.
"I'm Amber Stole, I'm well I'm not sure where I'm headed. I just sort of happened here by mistake
and can't go back."
"Same here, if I go back who knows what they'll do to me that's why I came into Tortall. Well if you
don't have any idea of where your going why don't you come with me?" Marisa asked. She was friendly and
looked like she desperately want someone with her.
"Umm sure, but why do you feel that you can trust me, I mean we only just ran into each other?"
"I have the Gift, it let's me know when I can trust people. And it say that I can trust you."
"Well, for some reason I feel that I can trust you too, and I don't have any where else to go so
I guess that I can go with you."
Marisa smiled, she knew that when she had had left that she was going to be on the biggest adventure
of her life. And when her mother had told her that she was in trouble and that she should leave, Marisa didn't
know what she should do. But her mother had also told her that she would end up on the biggest adventure of her
life in a land where women could be knights and heroes. With a friend she would make on her way there they would
help save the land that no one knew needed saving. "So let our adventure begin then," Marisa yelled.
Now What Do I Do
"Yes, my lady, this is Tortall. Oh forgive me," the fat man said then in a rush then he added.
"I have forgotten my manner, I am Nathaniel Commerson. Is there anything that I may do for you?
Perhaps you need help returning home?"
"No, I can't go home right now I'm afraid I wouldn't even know how to start. I'm kind of on an
adventure of sorts you could say, and not by my choosing either." Then almost as an after thought she
added, "Just call me, Amber, none of that "my lady" stuff please? I'm not nobility, I'm just well, I
don't know I'm just not nobility."
"Of course, my," he caught himself before saying lady, "Amber. May I ask you this then, do you
have any money on you?"
This was the first time she had thought of anything like money; for a moment she felt like she
had been caught off guard. She should have thought about that before, she looked down at her person
again taking another look at just what she had on herself. She saw tied around her waist was a purse
which she hadn't seen before, it was leather and looked like it was of very good craftsmanship. She
didn't open it; she didn't feel like showing this man what was in it; instead she tested its weight by
picking it up in one hand.
Yes it felt heavy and she could hear a faint jingle as she moved it, then without missing a beat
she said, "Yes, I have some, but I'm suddenly feeling that this is not the place for me." She kept
getting this weird vibe off of Nathaniel one she couldn't really place but reminded her of going car
shopping and having the sales person trying to get you to pay far more then the car was worth. Money was
everything to that type of person and if you did not have any you weren't even worth the time of day.
She stepped backwards towards the door; the more she thought about it the more she wanted out of
the building. "Good day," she said as she turned around and made her way to the door, she wasn't going to
stay here any longer then she had to. Just then the door which she now stood directly in front of flew
open to smack her right in the head as two knights walked in.
"I'm telling you, Barson, there ain't no good fightn' going on in these parts any more. I don't
even see why the Kings got us a signed here," said one of the two knights as his friend who must be Barson
opened the door. It wasn't till the loud thud of the door against Amber's head that they took any interest
in there surroundings.
They quickly moved out of the doorway to see what it was that they had hit, as they did so they
could hear a string of curses that even soldiers wouldn't use. When they saw what they had hit it came to
them as an even bigger shock when they saw what looked like a lady in one of her finer dresses holding her
head. "Are you hurt, my lady?" asked the unknown knight.
"I'll live, I'll have a nasty bump, but I'll live," she said looking up with her hand on the spot
where her head had met the door.
The knight who had asked it she was hurt spoke again, "Here, why don't you sit down?" He led her
to a table and then he and Barson sat down as well. "I'm Sir Marks, and this," he pointed to he's friend,
"is Sir Barson. I'm so sorry about the door, we never meant to hit you."
"That's alright," she said pulling her hand away from her head. "I was just on my way out." She got
up from the table, "It was umm," she changed her mind on what she was saying, "good day, sirs." She turned
and left out the door that had so recently met her head and made her way out side. As she went out she
heard one of them say; "she didn't even give us her name."
As she walked down the road she was muttering to herself, "Now what do I do? I know where I am, but
what do I do, where do I go?" As she kept muttering to herself she and making her way down one of the roads;
she didn't notice that she was about to walk right into someone. And as that person that she was about to
walk into was also deep in thought that they too did not notice they were about to run into her. Thus the
inevitable collision occurred followed by more cursing.
"I'm sorry," Amber said as she jumped up from the ground. "I didn't mean to run into you."
"That's ok," said the person she had run into, the person was female with a thick country accent.
"You look like your almost as lost as I am. I'm Marisa Carson, I'm on my way to Corus, how 'bout you?" She
smiled and brushed the dust of herself. She had long blond hair and vibrant blue eyes; she had on a dress
much like Amber's only where Amber's was a deep burgundy hers was Blue.
"I'm Amber Stole, I'm well I'm not sure where I'm headed. I just sort of happened here by mistake
and can't go back."
"Same here, if I go back who knows what they'll do to me that's why I came into Tortall. Well if you
don't have any idea of where your going why don't you come with me?" Marisa asked. She was friendly and
looked like she desperately want someone with her.
"Umm sure, but why do you feel that you can trust me, I mean we only just ran into each other?"
"I have the Gift, it let's me know when I can trust people. And it say that I can trust you."
"Well, for some reason I feel that I can trust you too, and I don't have any where else to go so
I guess that I can go with you."
Marisa smiled, she knew that when she had had left that she was going to be on the biggest adventure
of her life. And when her mother had told her that she was in trouble and that she should leave, Marisa didn't
know what she should do. But her mother had also told her that she would end up on the biggest adventure of her
life in a land where women could be knights and heroes. With a friend she would make on her way there they would
help save the land that no one knew needed saving. "So let our adventure begin then," Marisa yelled.