Eragons POV for the most part

As we flew closer to the edge of the camp, the nose of a small battle started to be heard. Nasuada had informed me that they needed to be beaten. As the battle, more of a skirmish really, came into view then I knew why. The six attackers had defeated at least fifty Varden already (although all still appeared alive).

Nasuada came into view out of the tents riding her charger and stopped at the edge of the fight. She watched. The six attackers had successfully incapacitated every soldier sent against them in approximately twenty minutes. The six watched, curious, as me and Saphira landed close to them and the elves ran up to us.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Nasuada's voice cried out.

"We are The Sisterhood, and we have come to join the Varden," a distinctly feminine voice rang out as she pulled of the cloak that had still managed to stay down during the fight.

I drew in a breath. She was a human woman, and yet she had defeated so many soldiers. The others took off their cloaks to exposing four definitely human women including the prisoner I had interrogated the night before, and one maybe part elf and one maybe part dwarf.

"You just attacked our soldiers! Why would I let you into the Varden?"

"They attacked us, not the other way around," one of the women shouted.

"You expect me to believe that."

"Yes, I do."

"We did attack first," a soldier with an arrow wound in each shoulder spoke up.

"Why?" Nasuada asked the soldier.

"One us recognized her," he pointed to a blue-eyed blonde with no weapons. "She was that captive."

Nasuada looked at her, "How did you escape?"

"They came back for me," Alessia gestured to the girls around her.

"We wouldn't have had to if you actually listened!" One of the other shouted.

"Yeah, Kahlila, like you weren't like her when we found you. Cut her some slack," a girl that looked slightly elfin laughed.

"Oh yeah, Veronika, bring it," Kahlila motioned to the elfin girl. Veronika circled her, then sprung like a cat, knocking the other girl off her feet. The other girls were on the ground laughing, but the leader, I'm guessing, looking on like she saw this all too much. She pulled out two small daggers and almost instantly the two girls stopped fighting causing the other three to go into another fit of hysterics.

She put the two daggers back into her belt and turned again to Nasuada, "Sorry about that. They have a hard time being polite."

Nasuada pondered for a few moments, then considering the number of people they had defeated and that they hadn't mortally wounded or killed any by the looks of it, she accepted their offer.

"I accept. Welcome to the Varden."

"SWEET! I'M EATIN' GOOD TONIGHT!" One of the girls shouted and the others started to laugh. Even Nasuada laughed.

"Yes, I'll have someone bring over food for you all. I would also suggest you clean up a bit before you come into camp. Girls in dirty chain mail might attract eyes." She turned and rode back into the camp. What Nasuada didn't expect was what the girls had under their armor might attract more eyes.

When, Nasuada mentioned armor, Eragon took notice that though none of the girls wore helms, they wore some hastily thrown on armor. Eragon also noticed that all the other girls had on more armor than their leader.

As the girls busied themselves getting off their armor and cleaning themselves up, the leader after struggling for a few seconds to get her misfastened breastplate off walked over to Eragon.

"Greetings, Shadeslayer," she said without as much as a bow or any show of respect.

"Greetings…" Eragon responded not knowing what to call her, "Lady of the Moon?"

She laughed. "Close. I'm Chandra, dark and mysterious lady of the Moon."

"Well, Chandra dark and mysterious lady of the Moon, hello."

"Thanks. I was wondering if you'd help me with this," she gestured to the twisted straps of the breastplate.

"Um, sure." Eragon undid most of the knots but came to the last particularly difficult one. He spoke a word in the ancient language and it undid itself.

He lifted off the breastplate and the mail over her head. Eragon was caught off guard when he saw that she only had on a short tunic and men's leggings, just like Arya wore. He and all the other men were even more shocked when they saw the other girls in short dresses maybe only down to their knees and revealed all of the long muscles on their arms. None of the girls wore shoes and all had short hair, only to their shoulders.

"You look…um," he stared.

"Immodest, improper, trashy……or beautiful?" she offered

"I, ah, I," he stammered.

"It was rhetorical, unless you wanted to answer," she eyed him up and down.

"You are beautiful, I guess," Eragon didn't really think about what he said.

She laughed. "You're not bad yourself, I guess." Saphira laughed with her, sending a short burst of flame out of her nose. Chandra didn't look startled but stared right at Saphira. Her hazy green eyes staring straight into Saphira's. "Beautiful dragon."

"Thank you," Eragon replied for Saphira.

"Can I touch you?" Chandra asked Saphira directly, bypassing Eragon completely.

Saphira nodded. "Beautiful" "Elegant" "Strong" Chandra muttered under her breath as she ran her hands down Saphira's scales.

"Saphira is very beautiful, you should tell her more often," she told Eragon. Then she walked straight back the other girls whispered quickly and they all pulled on packs with their armor and strapped their weapon of choice to their hips.

Chandra walked forward facing the soldiers and Eragon and Nasuada, "We'd like to introduce ourselves and how we fight. We expect you to respect us and we will respect you." She paused. "I am Chandra, chosen leader and founder of our sisterhood, and master of all forms of fighting and the art of dagger fighting. Make note, I do not fight with magic."

The elf looking girl walked up, "I am Veronika, master of all swords, and as you can tell part elf, freakishly beautiful," the girls snorted," and second in command and magician."

Another girl walked up, "I am Kahlila, master of the mace and spear, and ex-lady of Galbatorix's court, and a really horrible magician."

The smaller girl walked up, "I am Kylian, master of axes, but do not call me a dwarf because if you do, you will die."

"I am Ludwika, master of archery and calvary, totally awesome and magic."

The ex-captive walked up, "I am Alessia, ex-magician of Dras Leona, and trainee in archery."

"Then we welcome you," Roran bowed to Chandra and the girls.

"Of course. Come on girls, its time to make an impression," Chandra and all the soldiers set out for the camp.