"These clothes are weird. Like, nobody wears jeans." Emerald said, examining the tunics they'd changed into. Just to be odd, Emerald had chosen bright green clothes and Sapphire had a deep blue.

"Well, maybe jeans haven't been invented yet." She looked out the large window of the room they'd been given when they met Nasuada an hour earlier.

Flashback

"These are the foreigners, Eragon?" Nasuada asked from her chestnut desk.

"Foreigners? We're-" Emerald was cut off by Eragon

"Yes, I found them at the edges of the city. They seemed to be fighting over shoes." He re-accounted.

"Well, you try wearing high heels through the desert!" Sapphire protested.

"It is very hard. You have like, sand crabs in your shoes at the end." Emerald nodded wisely.

"Why don't you two step outside for a moment? I need to speak with my vassal." Nasuada pointed towards the door, and Emerald left muttering to Sapphire about how Eragon and Nasuada "Couldn't even wait to get a room."

Eragon sighed. "Strange as they are, I think they're telling the truth."

"Oh? What makes you believe that?" Nasuada looked curious.

"They're a bit empty headed, obviously. When I asked them if they knew who Galbatorix was, only one of them knew who it was. And when I came back to retrieve them, they were wailing about something while a cord to a white square attached to it was in their ears." Eragon replied with a disturbed look.

"Well, I suppose they can stay, as long as they cause no trouble to the villagers." Nasuada nodded, and Eragon went to bring the two teenagers back into the room.

"You may stay in one of our rooms here, but only as long as you don't bother our townspeople- is that clear?"

"Tu Madre," Emerald said, smiling.

"Very well then- Jousha, would you direct them to our spare room?" A guard exited the room, Emerald and Sappire in tow.

End Flashback

"Well, Nasuada basically said we could do anything as we don't bother the people working." Emerald grinned evilly.

"And exactly what are you insinuating?" Sapphire asked suspiciously.

"Well, we're under alter egos here, and we might be able to go back to our world any time." Emerald searched her bag for the aged spellbook. "Crap. Sapphire… Did you, by any chance, leave the spellbook in the desert?"

"No…" Sapphire's face suddenly exploded in rage. "You left it in our room in Gil'ead! That was the last I saw it, and we didn't use it at all after that!"

"I thought you had it! How are we going to get back to Gil'ead? How are we getting back to EARTH?" Emerald's evil grin had disappeared, and a furrowed brow replaced it.

"How about this: We stay in Surda as long as possible, or at least until we piss off someone to the extent of them retrieving a pitchfork. Then we head back to Gil'ead and hope no one's looked under the bed. Sound good?" Sapphire was proud of her plan, and Emerald agreed with it.

"So, for now, we can go out and… I don't know, do something?" Emerald replied, calming down and looking out the window again.

"We could go ask Eragon to see Sapphira. Dragons are pretty cool!" Sapphire and Emerald exited their spacious room, and ran; slipping on their new tights, to find Eragon.

"I… Don't… Think… He's… Here…" Emerald panted, they'd ran through the entire castle, and had naught to find but a few dust bunnies.

"Well, when we met him at first, he was looking for Roran. Maybe he's in the city!" Sapphire, not yet out of energy, ran out the castle doors, Emerald tripping behind her.

"Why do you get to be the cool one?" Emerald whined, annoyed that she hadn't won over in agility (Sapphire had always been ahead of her throughout the castle) or brains.

"You get to have the cool name! And besides, you get to be the one good with swords." Sapphire said. It was true indeed, Emerald was a four-time fencing champion.

"So I stab people with sharp metal." She shrugged, "Okay."

"Do you know what time it is?" Sapphire asked a villager, who was carrying a few loaves of bread in some baskets.

"A few hours before dusk, if I'm not mistaken." The villager looked thoughtful for a moment, then went back to what he'd been doing before.

"Where would Eragon think Roran was?" Emerald asked, pondering all possibilities.

The next thing they saw answered almost all of their questions. A large shadow went over the two girls for a second, and they looked up. Eragon was on Saphira's back, Roran behind him. They were flying towards the castle again, and Sapphire began following, Emerald groaning about the invention of cars with her.