The rider removed his helm and beneath it was the face of a tanned sharp angled elf. His eyes were a dark leaf green color that made him seem very old and wise even though his face was as smooth as a newborn child's. His face reminded him of someone he knew but he couldn't remember who's. The rider look at Eragon and then at the faces that quickly surrounded him. He took much time to look at Nassuada but then he seemed to stop breathing when he saw Arya and that's when I noticed why he seemed so familiar. He looked a lot like her and her parents. Eragon wondered if they were related but then the rider began to speak in the ancient language. He said " Arya svitkona, Have you know heart or has our great mother hidden my existence from you?" His voice was like a deep drum that vibrated through your soul. At these words Arya eye's filled with tears and she walked towards him and said in the AL. " Brother? Brother? How can this be? You died in Vroengard?" The emerald rider frowned and tears seemed to cloud his vision at these words and his great dragon roared as if in lamentation. The rider walked up to Arya and took her into his arm's and said " oh sister, I did not perish as I should have in Vroengard, Verdian and I were able to escape through an underground escape way in the Cryptos de archoides. As soon as he said these words Arya stop cring and quietly asked " but brother? Why have you hidden yourself from the world and your family? The rider became rigid and said "This is not the time nor the place to speak on this matter, Arya.