Editing Volume One: The Vampire of the Dungeons (section)

====<big>Visiting Brand's Cell and King Random's visit to Paragon</big>====


Brands Cellar has expanded since he was given parole. He can open and close the door for 16 hours a day. It now has seating and a couple tables and is something of a conference room. Many barrels from other mixed chambers were transported to line the walls. Light is from illusionary torches that Brand can dim or brighten. Brand is sitting on his bed, a writing board with parchments in his lap. A feathered pen in his hand leaves multicolored writing.

*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"We'd like to make a deal and not have to be on the run and possibly end up in a cell down here" Realmer begins as he stands in the doorway to Brand's cell.
"I can only hope I get a cell a spacious and well furnished should I ever be incarcerated here. May we enter and palaver, Prince Brand? I have brought drinks; something I know you have not had..." he pulls a green glass bottle from a pocket with his left hand, "a Dwarvish Pale Ale of my own creation."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
brand waves, setting aside his writing tablet.
"By all means. And lets drop the titles. They have a sense of unreality if bars are involved. Either iron bars or polished wood bars. Ill get the glasses..dwarvish pale ale? What makes it dwarvish?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Why, the high content of dwarf, of course" Realmer says with a wicked smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he pulls the cork and pours two glasses, leaving the empty bottle on the table, then he pulls out another green bottle, uncorks it and pours two more for Jurt and Despil.
"Seriously; it's the ingredients used, the ratio of ingredients to each other, and the specifics of the brewing process; as is usually the case with any named, regional or racial brews. You could just as easily call it an Urnst Mountain Ale, the region where the initial recipe came from. I found something similar in a Shadow that did not have Dwarves and they called it a Skoothish Ale, another Shadow called another similar brew a Brakkton Ale."
Realmer puts the second bottle on the table and picks up two glasses and hands them to Jurt and Despil. Then he picks up the other two, hands one to Brand and keeps one.
"But mostly what makes it dwarvish is that it is strong, very strong; dwarves are notorious for having a high tolerance to intoxicants. A normal Dwarvish Ale is thick and heavy, bitter from overuse of hops and most non-dwarves find it unpalatable and will only drink it on a dare at best. Though I always enjoyed the kick of Dwarvish Ale, I found it too thick and too heavy and a bit too bitter, so I crafted my own more palatable version; I introduce you all to Realmer's Dwarvish Pale Ale, recipe number 63... finally got it perfect. This is just the second batch from that recipe. Here's to good deal making for all involved. Cheers." He raises his glass.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Cheers indeed." He takes a sip nodding..
"Excellent. I've quaffed all but a quarter of it. If each of you will do the same and pass me the glasses ill show you a clever trick."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer does so; leaving a quarter of the liquid then passed the glass to Brand.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt and Despil do as well.
Brand sticks his finger in his and rims the top of the glass.
He begins to incant-"Cuius satietatem Bacchaus nomen aeternum"
he repeats it on the top of each glass.
He raises the sign of the pattern, visible, reaching his hand into it he incants again.
"Cuius satietatem Bacchaus nomen aeternum"
Looks up and winks, "Abracadabra...."
The glasses fill.
'Ill keep this one if you don't mind A workman is worthy of his hire, they say. Now you can always have this particular brew on hand. oh, and remember the incantation. I always keep a few hung since one never knows when the dredge i get given by guests and Dame Margot might be particularly memorable.'
Quaffing again he moves to his comfy chair and settles in place.
"Now, what story are we going to agree to when we speak to random?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer puts on his 'innocent face', which on him looks a bit more like a creepy blank stare, then raises his hand with his index finger extended and looks like he is about to level it at Jurt or Despil with the intent of leveling the blame on them too, as it was their idea. But then he stops before he actually points at anyone and holds up the same finger in a just a minute gesture and the expression on his face looks more thoughtful.
"As novel as it may sound, perhaps we should try the truth. None of us has done anything treasonous... to the Crown... of Amber... thus far. And Random knew we were about something involving power down here and he more or less let us do it. And I am sure Random knew you" he looks at Brand "would try to sneak a bit of what we were doing down here, considering power was involved. Now, Brand's idea of giving Random access to the Rock could certainly get all of us off his shit list and we might even end up smelling like flowers on the other end of this. Unless there was more the two of you were to trying to accomplish and working with Random would put a kink in those plans?" Realmer looks to Jurt and Despil then continues, "I don't see why we would not want to deal with the King and share power, at this point."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer takes a drink of his re-filled Ale, checking to make sure it is actually the same, and recalling the incantation and ritual to make it happen. Then he adds as an afterthought.
"Or I could fabricate a believable story that the King may believe if it came from me, but only because of my record of staying out of trouble, mostly." He pauses a moment. "An angry son of Sawall is pushed to far and makes a snap decision then robs the family treasures. When another estranged son of Sawall discovers what has been stolen and sees an opportunity for power he grabs it a quickly as he can. As do two Amberites that became involved by circumstance, mostly. No conspiracies. No cabals. No toppling of Empires or usurping of thrones. Close to the truth but lacks any premeditation on anyone's part."
He drinks another swallow and awaits their thoughts.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Brand-"Random might have bought that when he was first king, but he ha been king now for 70 years and seems quite good at it. He knows that every story has three sides to the factor of as many people as are involved. So you don't have his side. I would guess that our oooo so friendly Ambassador from Chaos suspects that the Lord of Theldane would not have sent anyone qualified to negotiate with Amber for Chaos because such people are more rare then honest men. And he might have confided such fears to the new king. Two men new to their roles. Random would not have suspected base treachery from Despil. But he would expect it of Jurt who has brought wild madness to the streets of amber with his ginjoint writ in wickedness. "
He sips the ale and stands, walking over to a collection of bottles and glasses that look like the guardsman's tableware. Picking up a bottle with a resealable flipping ceramic lid, he brings it back to the table. Pouring a quarter from his glass in the bottle, he incants, "Cuius satietatem Bacchaus nomen aeternum" tice and as the bottle fills clips the stopper in place.
"But, being a wise king he also knows what only a few in Amber do. I being one. Isn't that right Jurt? Not so much the refugee bringing Chaos are we? More an immigrant bringing distraction and loose lips, and a place to compromise those susceptible of treason. A place those with petty grudges might whisper their angers and misdeeds to wicked woman and pay goldwings to enjoy their little treasons.. And who does the proprietor of such a den of inequity tell these tales too? Why, his silent partner, the king. Quite a good cover for the spymaster of Amber, isn't it?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt sets his glass down, "Oh...Brand, you come as advertised. "
Brand-"Realmer, I would say your evaluation is the best. Honesty first. And it has the advantage of being easy to remember. Two young chaosian angered over perceived mistreatment by king and kin, come to Amber. All the sons of Dara have sworn to Amber, have you not? As well as a pair of your cousins, SHaz Far and Vekoshasa. The Line of Lintra is a game one. What did Dara tell you at Zilla, Despil? The king told me so there is no reason to lie. "
Despil frowns..."I'm being replaced. Recalled to Chaos"
Brand-"And you decided not to go. Jurt's spur fof the moment decision to raid the vault of Sawall just sealed the deal for all of you, didn't it? Merlin is in Avalon, Jurt is here and now you are too. So.. You'll give back nearly everything, especially since to tomes are now copied. And you'll have a comfortable life here in exile bringing treasures aplenty to your new king."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer nods his head up and down as he assess everything again in his head.
"So it is settled. We go in with the truth and work the best deal with Random we can. Best to get this done quickly. Shall I Trump the King?" Realmer ask generally of the room, knowing all have the King Random Deck... or equivalent in Brand's case.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Brand nods, lowers his head and disappears. A moment later he reappears, Random and Doria in hand.
Doria, an infrequent presence in the castle, nod briefly to Jurt. She has a M249 light machine gun, with a pistol grip for the left hand and a mounted m203 grenade launcher both with rune-engraved short clips in place. Her right hand rests on the hilt of of a Blade of Red Gale, the symbol on the hilt of covered by her black gloved hand. She backs to a wall, and her glance looks like one looking for fire solutions.
Random walks over, picks up the nearest glass and drinks.
"Well, we have been busy haven't we? I have received word that Sawall has withdrawn their letter but Chaos is sending a new Ambassador. Sawall is still pissed purple but they are not making it a federal case, claiming they will handle it as a family matter. Jurt, the more you give back, the less pissed they will be, but i doubt anything will placate them well. Now, Brand tells me you gentleman want to explain what happened that made Kolvir shake and the Jewel of Judgment burst into flames in its case? Im listening"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer looks to Jurt and Despil then back to Random, he sighs and begins laying it out from the time they got to the Cavern in the Lower Levels. He does not leave anything out, except the part about Psychically attacking Brand and bloodying his nose. He does mention taking the Mandalay Stones along for attunement and that he had his Ambir Jewel with him too and that it was very hot after he finished the initiation.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random---"A shard of Paragon. And an assailable one... That does explain one of the hsaking problems. Sargent Drusda reported that one of the vault rooms had a hell of a racket in it and was shaking the exterior walls."
Looking aside he makes a mental call..'Carly? Yes.. Tell Bleys to empty the vault Drusda was mentioning and to bring everything in it to Realmer. He'll be there in a moment. Hell, we all will. "
"Ok, lets go see this rock. "
Brand rolls his eyes and looks at the silent Jurt and Despil.
B-"Don't forget to bring your flag, my liege"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer leads the way through passages and stairs to the intended room, where, hopefully, the Shard of Paragon is still sitting in the middle of the room on the floor. Realmer does provide any needed illumination along the way and once in the cavern.
"Majesty, the Shard of Paragon. Shard of Paragon, the King of Amber, Random the First."
Realmer makes appropriately comic hand gestures to help lighten the mood.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Rand-"Well, its a rock.."
Despil walks to the rock and whispers the chant. Momentarily everyone is standing on the ground of Paragon, The sky above bright blue, the ground grassy. Around the edges the cavern can be seen and the entrance to the chamber. The sigil of Paragon glows cheerfully.
Random walks around it, "All from a peice of stone little more then a coffee table?"
Despil-"Yes, sire. One Half of one percent of the original inscription. that's enough to activate this place and its shadow of the assailable inscription of Paragon. Gramble had assayed it and brought us to some of the shadows reachable within. Ah..While i am grateful for beign allowed to set this up here, and im willing to allow its use, i must say that Title does not pass. It belong to Jurt and myself. Should Merlin or Mandor want to claim partial ownership ii would no argue. "
Brand chuckles. "My hero....."
Doria walks around the edges, not on the land, staying in the chamber not the land.
Ran-"Im not going to argue it but i will say this. In a moment Bleys will be here with a friggin huge Rock of Paragon. A state secret. Its massive but being a Rock, not a shard, it has no inscriptions. Its been used for magical works since Oberon brought it here before the creation of the Kingdom. So..if it comes in her and welds itself to yoour rock, then Amber gets a say in its ownership as well"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"King Random has a point. Co-ownership might be best. But since I'm not one of those owners I don't actually have a say. It is just my suggestion."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt and despil look at each other.
Despil-"Agreed. Our interests coincide. And it does seem we will be here awhile. Since my replacement comes soon, i shall travel in Paragon for a time. It is my understanding that the more material the shard has the greater its reach withing its sphere. When we were there i could sense perhaps a dozen shadows. that's a small amount for a work such as this. Also, remember. It may be a source of power but it seems interested in peopling its shadows and uses pattern ghosts to do so. We had twins in there, even Brand, and during the conflict he was bled and his twin was created bearing the injuries. So its fairly exact. I would suggest not taking the jewel through"
Ran-"You didn't mention a battle. Who were you fighting Brand? "
Brand shrugs, "Oh it was nothing, just a negotiation on the meaning of life and someone's displeasure at my manner. I hardly feel loved if someone isn't hitting me these days, Liege. Though i should mention that if Wyndham Feldane hots be again im going to shrink his shorts till he sings soprano and pees like a girl. " Looking aside, "Not like you, Doria, im sure you pee standing up like the big dogs do."
Doria-"Damn Straight."
Bleys arrives with a hogvering rock the size of 3 grayhound busses in length and on in width. It is shaking and fighting Bley's control of his levitation spell. Bley looks mad as hell.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
When the stone enters the room the Land of Paragon disappears. The stone breaks Bleys' control and slams against the smaller stone and its inscription. The two fuse with the inscription in the center of the new larges stone.
Despil whispers the song and the Land appears. IT looks much different though no bigger. It has a small open coloumned building around the inscription in the Minoan/Paragon look. Seating areas and several fountains spread around the comfortable space. Large trees of the paragon style are seen as well as some of the bushes..
Jurt whistles, "that's impressive. Ah Random, a thought, You might not want to walk the sigil yet. We can trump you in. Having a double of you in there might be a problem. "
Brand-"I would concur, liege."
Ran-"Then go along inside and pull me through.. Doria, watch the door.
Jurt, Brand and Despil disappear into Paragon.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Upon Arrival the difference from the last time is stunning. The first time the place seemed empty, even though people went about activities robotically. The sky was clear. The building while massive had a feeling of incompleteness
Now the sky has clouds. The sounds of birds are everywhere. Fountains are in side alcoves among the colonnades. Gauzy cloths hang with ornately painted designs and separate areas for many reasons, catching the breezes. Banners top the corners of the builds.
The Central courtyard looks more like its part of a living place with the inscription ending in the center providing the main colorful display.
In the distance is the sound of an fiery music that scratches at some ancient memory lodged in the genes urging the listener to dance. Somewhere children laugh and play.
Clusters of men and women in light togas of many colors talk, look over tablets of paper, go about other business. Among them is Brand2, wearing a bright red toga very nearly see-through who speaks to a man and woman, dressed in blue robes with silver embroidery.
Despil and Jurt look around noting the differences. Brand trumps Random who steps through followed by Bleys. Brand 2 sees the group and walks over waving casual as he comes.
B2-'My liege...Since you are here you must have an idea where you are. I want it made clear that I did not leave the castle and am not breaking my parole. Of course i'm also a creation of Paragon so the legalities might get a little tricky."
Ran-"I hope you don't mind that my biggest problem might be having two of you. "
Brand-"The pattern can create ghosts as you well know. But my permanence is not maintained by effort of the Sigil. Its a onetime function of the Sigil. the first time one walks it the doppelganger is created. I've spoken to sorcerers here and they are clear on that. oh.. I ramble.. "
Despil-"How long have we been gone? Do you know where our doppelgangers are?"
Brand, "We decided one of us should be here at all times till this gets settled. Its been almost a year. About a week after you returned to Amber there was an amazing expansion. Jurt is probably at the baths this time of day, Despil and realmer are traveling among the shadows. I am told the expansion caused the realm with its 12 shadows to suddenly connect to over a 100. Most are fairly bare. The residents of Paragon have mostly died off over the ages. After the expansion a great many pattern ghosts were created in some of the shadows. The being living beings they did what living beings do; the started having children. so children from various shadows spend some time here, getting familiar with the Sigil and breathing the air of this marvelous place. "
Random-"I should look around,,, is anyone in charge?"
Brand-"They have a senate. I'm currently a member. They pay lip service to a High Lord but the last one died in some ancient epoch. As for looking around, lets go to our place and get you settled in. We have about 20 room near one of the lightwells. " He starts walking toward a passage, waving to others.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer entered just after Jurt, Despil and Brand, taking Bob with him. He looks around at the changes and listens as Brand 2 and Random speak. When Brand 2 begins leading the way Realmer addresses him.
"Brand.... number two... wouldn't you, and they" he waves to the other non-real people in the area, "more properly and accurately be called Paragon Ghosts? I mean, I know you are using the term Pattern Ghost generically, but the doppelgangers here are not a product of the Pattern, but the Inscription of Paragon. Which leads me to my next question; did the Inscription of Paragon have a name like the Pattern of Amber or the Logrus of Chaos?"
Realmer turns to the real Brand and suddenly asks, "Oh, and I was wondering... Brand number one; did any of your blood get on the inscription? And if so, what were the effects, if any?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Brand2-"Esoteric terminology aside I would agree since so far Im fairly reasonable as Ghosts go. the Pattern of Amber has been dropping pattern ghost on me daily to torment and argue with me over my past behaviors. some i can just ignore. But ignoring myself is just rude. Especially since the ones the pattern sends are often ones that walked the pattern during my madness. As for the name of the Paragon Inscription, were you thinking Fred? Danny Boy? Maude? I have a feeling it will tell us in time. It is talkative, and far more directly communicative then any of my other imprints."
brand1-" Not that I noticed, But if i had it would have been a shadow.. The Primal on the stone seems fairly resilient. Im not sure the pattern would survive being split up like this, Also, i think it might need the bloodline of its original creator to mar it. Fred the Inscription here seems fairly willing to let people assay it. You know, the tale ha always been that if you were not of the blood of Amber stepping on the pattern would cause your death. It isn't true. Aries Colbresie studied the pattern for a couple centuries, building his kknoladge of it up to bolster his powers of sorcery, conjuration... trump... and other dsciples that use the pattern. Then, as he tells it, he got very drunk one night and stepped on it. He survived but how is his story."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer chuckles at Brand 2 “Well, I wasn't thinking of naming it myself, I was just wondering if it had already been named and if that name was known yet... but now that you mention it, Maude does sound appealing.” Realmer smiles to himself and then comments to Brand 1.
“In regards to Aries Colbresi, I am not surprised that he survived the Pattern. While at the Academy at Fantalin I heard a rumor that he actually has a bit of Amber Royal Blood, like a distant cousin or something. Another rumor stated that he is the First Shadow of an Elder Amberite, either Oberon or Dworkin most likely. But rumors abound about the Staff amongst the students.”
After Brand and Brand 2 answer his questions, Realmer's mind is already thinking about other aspects of this 'Place of Paragon' and its Ghosts; specifically his own. Realmer tries a little experiment involving Trump and his Doppelganger.
Instead of drawing out a Trump Card, Realmer uses the Trump Image of Himself contained within the Ring of Satura. Realmer stares into the black sapphire set into the platinum ring until the image of his own face appears within the depths of the black jewel. Realmer concentrates on the image, but instead of focusing on the coolness of the Trump Power to establish a Trump Defense, which is how he usually uses his own Trump Image within the Ring.... he actually looks at his facial features and pushes his Psyche away from himself, like he would when trying to contact anyone by Trump, and outward towards that other self.... his Paragon Self... his Paragon Ghost.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Bleys listening nods, "We didn't know Dworkin was kin till after Paternfall. But a few of us realized once that was known that Aries must be a close shadow. There are mannerisms that exho each other. Later study i think he is either a shadow of Dworkin or perhaps a shadow of finndo. Aries was born after Finndo's riegn so its hard to say.'
The experiment with the ring makes contact with realmer2
'Where are you? Tme is strange here. The realm expanded before our eyes...what happened?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
“Ah, Realmer, it did work. Excellent. I was wondering if Trump contact with ones Paragon Ghost would work. I am here in Paragon. What happened is, a huge Stone of Paragon was brought into the Cavern and was fused to the Shard of Paragon. The four of us that were duplicated are here and we Trumped in King Random and Bleys, we are about to have a meeting here.”
“Also, I was wondering, what items were duplicated, or specifically, which Items were not? I was mostly curious about the Mandalay Stones and the Ambir Jewel, but also curious if my Artifacts were not only duplicated but also function exactly the same; including the sentience of each being intact. And any other contents of the Robe that were not duplicated. Plus, I hear you have been here for a year, and traveling; how do you and things fare?”
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"There is no Ambir stone or Mandalay stones. The defender and excavation swords didn't come through magical. The ring and robe are behaving erratically and I may have to work on them to stabilize them I think the magic didn't duplicate well. We have 5 rooms in the Amber floor Brand and I established. Jurt and Despil have a Sawall suite the floor below."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Yes, I heard Brand 2 referring to rooms and himself being a Senator here. Somehow I knew the Stones and Jewel would not duplicate, but I did not expect problems from my... your crafted Artifacts. Perhaps I can help while I am here. I hear you're traveling with Despil, would you like me to bring the pair of you through for the meeting, or would you prefer to stay abroad?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"It would probably be better for us to continue. Despil and I thinnk we will come back to stand for senate next year. there is a lot happening now.. There is something happening to this shard because its finally open. It languished in so many vaults over the millennia the inscription slept. Sleeping, it lost its people. It activated when we opened it. Now the inscription is remembering its people. The think is that it can feel the other open shards. But at this point they are all seperate realms... The inscription is sad that its broken. It may take long years butt the Imprint can be reassembled. Despil tells me a shard equal to nearly a full quarter of the original inscription exists in chaos, A realm called Catala. Lord of Chaos treat it like any other way but its a true piece of Order. Something to think about"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Something to think about indeed. I will mention it when appropriate. I will also give my regards to the others from the both of you. Give my regards to Despil. Travel Well, my Paragon Self."
Realmer breaks contact unless his other self had something else to say. Once contact is broken, Realmer begins paying full attention to his surroundings again, catching up on any missed conversations, if needed.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
bleys-"Im sorry Random but its out of the question. Frankly i won't do it. We can't have a copy of the king in Paragon. Not unless you intend to conquer it.
Br2-"I think they have a strong belief in senatorial law. I doubt a conqueror would have much luck. Besides, as the shard gains more who knows what the inscription might remember.
Ran-"Is it in our interest to see it enlarged? How many pieces are there?
Despil-"There is the Way of Catala in Chaos. 25% of the mark and the biggest peice by far. The Rock Paragon is a fixture in a black zone world. Said to have 10%. Birasarquis is in the Abyss. Thought to have a good chunk of it."
Brand-"Regor has a shard with 2%. To the best of my memory it is not assailable. There is an order of Wizards in the Cynsure region that claim to own a shard and have wizards who do have Stones of Paragon. Particularly nasty choasian wizards. Hate order. "
Bleys-"I hate to say it but Tolknor owns a shard with at least 5%. He claims he has visited the land in his. Claims to have a collection of stones as well that have been used as power focuses by sorcerers in the Tosa worlds for eons."
Ran-"Ok, so there are pieces around. We just need to find them..Ask around..Kicking the bushes will bring out the owners looking to make deals. Make deals.. Lets return to Amber"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer gets the gist of the conversations and nods his head as though he has been paying attention the entire time. When the other get up to leave, he will as well... he still has other matters to attend to; a mating ritual for one... though the timing of that one was out of his control... but he did still want to contact Kala Kala for another contract he wanted to discuss. He also needed to check on Kevin and the resurrected young lady.... just the first things on the top of his mind.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
good enough..
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Returning to Amber Random leaves immediately to other business. Jurt says he is off to Thin Whip's Place. Despil to the embassy to see to his papers.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer tells Jurt he will visit Thin Whip's Place later, when he is ready for some drinks and relaxation. He pulls out a Trump for Vulsar Base and transports there to check on Kevin and the Lady... if they are still there, he thinks mid transport....
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He finds her well recovered, talkative, even bubly.. Kevin is excited to see Realmer. The two seem companionable but Kevin seems ready to move on. She has gotten a cat.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer is please to see them both well and scoops up Kevin and cuddles him a bit. Then Realmer asks her name, asks where she got the cat from and where she will stay and work. If she needs a place to stay and work, Realmer will make arrangements with Jurt, perhaps, for a job and a clean and safe place to live.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
She says the cat is from here, Vulsar. the star fleet people want her to stay there so they can research the magic used on her. While there she will study and maybe join star fleet. ITs far out of what her expectations in life were growing up in Amber. She is grateful for her rescue beyond words..
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Well, if you should ever need anything you may call upon me. I Am Lord Relmopator. And your name lovely lady?"