Opening his eyes, Murtagh quickly looked around and uttered a huge sigh of relief. He lay back, utterly spent after this gargantuan piece of magic. He though about all that had happened, the reasons for coming to this new land. Though he smiled at the way he had bested and tricked both Galbatorix and Eragon, his thoughts turned dark as he remembered the death of his Thorn as well as the murders of most of the Varden, and all of Galbitoix's court. He was lucky that Galbatorix had trusted him enough to show him all the Eldunari. He had taken control of them, and had used their power to destroy all that he found wrong. Unfortunately, galbatorix was able to kill Thorn as a final revenge.
He had left Alagaesia because he had soon realized that there was nothing left for him there. He had killed all who could possibly threatened him, elves and dwarves included, but had no wish to rule. He was also forced to kill the only people that might mean anything to him, Eragon and Nasuada, before he had gained the power of the Eldunari. The Eldunari had taught him many things, and with their power he could do magic that even Galbatorix could not imagine. He could now access their power from anywhere, and had so much power that he could transport his whole body across the sea.
Murtagh walked around this new place, marveling at the sights. He could not imagine how buildings could be made so high! He transformed Zar'roc into a small rock and hid it under his clothes because he realized some may be worried about it. Spreading his mind across thousands of miles, something he was still not completely used to, he accessed and gained the information from hundreds of the brightest consciousnesses. The rush of knowledge blinded him for a few moments, and then he looked around again with the eyes of one who understands. This place was called New York. Understanding that these humans loved gold as the dwarves did, he cast a spell to bring all the minute particles of Au to his hand. Walking into a jewelry shop, he began to bargain. He stopped and entered the mind of the shopkeeper, realizing that these people had absolutely no defense against his mind. He learned the fair price, and then set his price slightly higher. As he sold the gold, he noticed a shorter, extremely hairy young man wearing a brightly colored hat walk past, then turn around and stare at him intently.
The man drew close, and said "Hello, I'm Grover Underwood"
"Hello" Murtagh replied, unsure if this was typical New York behavior.
"I'm sure this seems a little awkward, but, um, could you, uh, come with me? I mean, just you seem a little, uh, lost and I think I know a place you could, uh, stay."
"I can come." Said Murtagh, confident he could hold his own now that he had the power of the Eldunari. Also, he had delved a little into this Grover's mind, and noticed something different than most of the humans. They walked on, past screaming, furiously fast metal coaches. They reminded Murtagh of something he had seen as he invaded the dwarves capitol. Grover convinced him to enter one, and he found the inside surprisingly comfy. Neither of them spoke, Grover seeming anxious while Murtagh was sure it would be better to keep his past a secret.