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Eragon: Last of the Free Riders (saphiras_rider) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Eragon blinked when a creature that mildly resembled a damaged dwarf. Orik would bristle at the comparison, but it was the closest thing Eragon could think of. What it was, he had no idea. It shoved a leather bound book in his hand, and a tiny golden key. Eragon narrowed his eyes, shooting an annoyed look back at the dragon as Saphira merely laughed again. Be nice, he warned her, and he accepted the 'gifts', allowing his hand to slip from the sword. If the clumsy girl in front of him was any sort of threat, he was relatively sure his instincts would be faster than hers.

He let her words absorb, noticing that for once, Saphira chose to be annoyingly silent. The one time he could use her advice and she kept quiet. Brat. They were all from somewhere else. Someone had chosen for them to be there. Nothing was adding up, or making any sense. Galbatorix? He asked Saphira. Could this be a ploy of his? When she didn't answer, he looked up at her and noted a note of amusement flickering in her eyes. Eragon rolled his eyes and turned back to the girl.

"Are you alright?" he questioned, noting her fall. "You should be grateful for the mud, it shielded you a fair bit, I'd think."