Ask

"What do you seek?" Nasuada asked as you enter her tent. Angela must've set up a meeting, for you were here, in all your knee wobbling glory.

"I want to know how I got here?" You say, then add, "If you have any idea."

"I do not know of what you speak." She replied, "Enlighten me."

"I mean the fact that I was reading a book, and then I woke up in a random tent. I wish to know how."

"I was hoping you might tell me," She admitted, "One of our warriors found you while they rode. They brought you to their tent. We thought you might be an elf at first, but you're not graceful enough, and your ears are human."

"An elf doesn't need pointy ears, they can alter their appearance as they wish."

"Yes, but they all are graceful whether they try to be or not," Nasuada countered, "Now please, where is it you are from. I cannot help you with the answer you seek, but maybe you can help me with mine."

"I come from a place called New York," You inform, "I go to school at Midtown High, and I work at Wendy's."

"Wendy's?" Jörmundur asked.

"Right," You realize, "It's a restaurant of sorts."

"You prepare food?"

"Kinda," You scratch your head, "A kind of food that you guys don't have. It doesn't exist here."

"How do you know?" Nasuada queries.

"Umm. The book I was reading was about here. I know all about you. I know your futures," You admit, "I know that it makes me a risk, but I was rooting for the Varden anyway."

"What does 'rooting for' mean?"

"Cheering for," You explain, "It's just slang."

"'Slang'?"

"Shoot!" You curse, "Uhh, the language of the teenage generation. The alterations that they make to their first language."

"The speech of children?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"And are you a child?" Nasuada asks.

"It depends on your gauge," You say, "I am but seventeen."

"Ah," Nasuada says, "I am twenty. I would've guessed you were fifteen."

"I'll take that as a compliment," You say, "I would've guessed nineteen for you, had I only heard of you now. You have the air of confidence that makes you seem older, and yet you look like a sixteen-year-old."

"Does this book about Alagaesia state my age?"

"No," You say, "but it says something about the way your mind works. I looked up to you, Nasusada, when I first read those books. You always seemed confident in what you did, but you wouldn't object to input. Most of all, you ruled the Varden with a loyalty that even the tortures of Urû'baen couldn't banish."

"What?!" She asks, clearly alarmed, "What did you say?!"

"Nothing!" You reply too quickly after you realize what you just said, "I said nothing of importance. Please forget it immediately. You're not supposed to know your future that detailed. I just got carried away."

"What did you say?" She repeats, pausing between each syllable.

"I said," You pause, "That you ruled the Varden with a loyalty so fierce that even the torments of Urû'baen couldn't corrupt it."

"Why did you say 'ruled' in past tense?"

"I can't tell you," You say, "You mustn't know."

"So, I get taken prisoner in Urû'baen and the Varden falls?"

"No!" You exclaim, "The Varden doesn't fall! They win-" You stop too late.

"We Varden win?" She checks to make sure she heard correctly.

"Yes," You whisper, but it was audible enough that Nasuada heard.