"Tomorrow we shall attack here, here and here," Nasuada said briskly, pointing one slender finger at three places on a map of the capital. "We have been preparing for this day for a long time. Many have already perished to get us to this stage and I am sure that many more will fall before our quest for justice is complete. But I say this to you now! Their deaths shall not be in vain. When the blood of our enemies runs thick through the streets of UrĂ»'baen, and the crown of Galbatorix lies dull and twisted at the bottom of a ditch, we shall have our revenge! While the ..."

Nasuada's speech was cut short by a low throbbing groan that rose and fell, echoing through the chamber, steadily growing louder and louder before it petered out, leaving a large blue box in its wake.

The door of the box swung inwards and a man stepped out.