Nasuada's POV
"Lady Nightstalker, the soldiers have returned," I large Kull bowed in front of her and disappeared out the tent.
It has only been half a day since the soldiers have left. What has happened? I strode out of the camp where a messenger met me.
"Lady Nasuada, they soldiers have returned from another raid on a supply train," the young boy seemed out of breath.
"Yes, I know. Have they suffered any casualties?"
"No, and no one is hurt. Roran Stronghammer wishes to speak with you." Right as he spoke the soldiers appeared on the horizon not 500 yards away.
"Thank you, you are dismissed." I waved the boy off. I stood for a few moments until Roran reached me.
"Lady Nasuada," he bowed.
"What's happened? You are back at least a day early and with no casualties to speak of."
"When we arrived at the camp, the wagons had already been ransacked and all the soldiers were still alive but tied to posts."
"Alive! Who could capture all the soldiers and take the wagons. It must have been hundreds on men."
Roran shook his head, "We only found six sets of tracks. Whoever did this was powerful."
SIX!!! "I, I don't know what to say. Were there traces of magic? Anything at all that might lead us to who is was?"
"Carn couldn't detect anything and besides that all we found was this."
He handed me a small silver dagger with a blade of about three inches. "What's this?"
"We found it stuck in the canvas of the wagon, where there was a cut out of a moon."
"Thank you, Stronghammer. You are dismissed," he nodded, remounted his horse and rode off.
Later that night…
I summoned both Arya and Eragon to my tent. They came and sat down and Saphira stuck her head through the side of the tent.
"As you probably already know, there was a complication during a raid on a nearby wagon train." Neither of them said anything. "The wagons had already been ransacked and the soldiers had been captured and al that was found was six sets of tracks and this." I put the dagger on the table in front of us. "It was found next to a cut out of a moon." Arya picked up the dagger to exam it.
"This is dwarf-made, no enchantments," that's all she said and set it back on the table.
"Dwarf-made? I don't think the dwarves are capable of capturing one-hundred fifty soldiers, with a magician!"
"I don't know, Nasuada, maybe some soldiers revolted." Eragon said.
"Perhaps," I didn't think so but I had no need for them here anymore. "You may go."