~In the Eragon world...~ "I simply cannot and will not be seen in this hideous orange dress Farica!" Nasuada yelled at her fateful servant, Farica. The poor lady had been working night and day to find something suitable for Queen Nasuada, as they had mysterious guests coming all the way from some city called Mertovile. Never before had the fair Queen heard of such a place...and was concerned about whether or not these "guests" were allies or what. "If I am not properly clothed in fifteen minutes Farica! What do I pay you for?!" "Well madam you um..d-don't pay me..a-as a matter of of fact um.." "That is not the point! You must you absolutely must be more organized if you are the top servant of a King or Queen! At this point I feel as if a Dwarf could dress me better! Now back the wardrobe." She finished her ranting off with a weary sigh. As Nasuada waited for Farica to return from the wardrobe she pondered what would be a suitable meal for the guests. "Farica!" The busy woman scurried over to Nasuada and said with an exhausted sigh, "Yes Queen Nasuada?" "Fetch me the head chef. Now. NOW I SAID! We have four hours to get me properly outfitted, cook a large meal for who knows how many people, and contact Eragon and Saphira. Oh he is probably out there searching for Murtagh...poor lad. He hasn't been the same since Murtagh disappeared. Enough of this! The chef Farica the chef!" Nasuada was mentally and physically tried beyond belief. "But Queen! Your clothes! What of them?" Farica asked hurriedly. "Can people nowadays obey an order without asking a million questions?! I will dress myself. For the last TIME Farica the chef!" " Are you sure ma'am?" "I will not answer such a question. Go I am tired of yelling at you. I have things to do. Oh many many things to do."