Amazed by what he saw before his eyes, Eragon put one hand on the gigantic steel gate that encapsulated the home he once knew. He began to feel nervous, a feeling he had long forgotten. Having to train young riders and their dragons for the past 50 years, forced him to become more assertive and confident in his endeavors.

"What business do u have here," called a man's voice from above. The man had a hefty beard, wearing battle ready armor. He looked to be in his early 30s

"My apologies but I do wish to enter Carvahall, if the name still holds true." Eragon answered.

"State your name and business in this city. We have no patience for miscreants here."

"I promise my intensions are of the purest".

"How can I trust the words of a man who hides himself under a cloak?"

Eragon had decided to come to Carvahall in dark concealing clothing to not arouse the notice of the masses, for his visit was that of a personal one. One that which tempted great haste and he did not want to be deterred with pleasantries.

"If I reveal myself to you, honored one, you must promise to tell no one of my stay here," said Eragon, "for my business is personal and I fear I may bring dismay to my family whom resides in Carvahall."

"What a bold request for one of little importance. If your stay here is just and peaceful, the people of this fine city have no issue of doing what you ask of them. Now state your name."

Before Eragon would tell him anything he searched the watchers mind and heart to see if his words were of the truth. In his search he found nothing that would contradict his proclamation.

"Fine my good man, my name is Eragon-Shadeslayer, and I have come to see my brother Roran Stronghammer."

"You speak of fabled Rider", the man said is shock, "how do I trust it is really you?"

Almost on cue a gigantic sapphire embezzled dragon landed beside Eragon. In shock the man jumped back crushed by the sheer sight of such a majestic creature.

I think I am the only proof you need. My name is Saphira and this is my rider Eragon.

Saphira spoke directly into the man's mind starling him. He then looked down at Eragon, "My apologies oh fabled rider. If I had known of your visit….."

"Your words, though appreciated, are not needed, for as I said I did not want anyone to know of my visit except those that I choose to know."

"Ay, Shadeslayer." The watcher began opening the gate. Saphira looked down at Eragon wishing she could come in with him, but she knew her presence would be nothing but a burden to him/

Do not worry, Eragon said through his mine, my visit will be quick. While I'm gone you should get some rest, I know you've grown weary over our long journey.

You should heed your own advice little one. Saphira then ascended leaving Eragon at the mouth of what he once called home.