To say that Breoal Abr Shur'tugal is a city is a bit of a stretch. There were only forty occupants (the majority of which being elves) living in the city and only ten of those being dragon riders. Arya, Nasuada, Orik, Nar Garzhvog, and Eragon decided to allow elders of the different Dragon Rider nations to come and be a spokesperson for their kind but there were some of the immortal race who wanted to live in relative solitude. Eragon and Saphira now flew over the small city on their way to the Rider's meeting house to conduct what had to be done about Thalia and her dragon.
Eragon reached out his mind, contacted the other Riders and gauged what they were doing before saying, emMeet in Du Huildar aber Mor'ranr within the next half hour, there are things to be discussed
Du Huildar aber Mor'ranr was the largest structure within Breoal Abr Shur'tugal. Eragon had wanted a meeting place for the resident Dragon Riders and their dragons to meet in comfort so he and the elves constructed a marvel even when compared to Dwarvish standards. The entire structure was contained in a huge, magically grown tree that was hollow on the inside with multiple large curved alcoves in the surrounding walls that looked down onto a large center stage with seats bordering it. The ceiling was composed of branches that were sung into place among pieces of stained glass that depicted one of each of the races concerned with Dragon Riders: An elf holding a flower, a human holding a basket of goods, a dwarf in battle armor, a bare chested urgal with huge horns and a dragon in the center of the two legged peoples. The project itself took over twelve years to finish even with the help of the elves and dragons. Eragon was very proud when his students arrived and started to help with the construction, even giving some much-needed improvement to his original design.
Saphira hovered over the roof Du Huildar aber Mor'ranr and slowly decended as Eragon cast a spell, ordering the roof to open. Silently, the stained glass split and retracted into the building, giving Saphira a clear shot to the center stage. They noticed the purple scales of Uther already in one of the alcoves as they glided down. Eragon hopped off Saphira and was greeted by Uther's human rider Galahad.
"Master!" the young man bowed to Eragon, sweat dripping from brown hair and dripping into blue eyes. He talked fast in between gasps, "I ran here as soon as you contacted us! Uther was already here so I took a little longer than I would've liked but here I am! What's wrong? Was there an attack from the Wandering Tribes? Is there a need for us? What's happening Master?!"
Eragon chuckled, Galahad was the youngest dragon rider here, only fourteen years old, so it didn't surprise him when the questions started, "No, Galahad, nothing is wrong, just some news from Arya Dröttning but thank you for your promptness."
Galahad deflated, "Oh… I thought… Well, that's good. Sorry for my brashness, Master."
I told you that nothing was wrong, Uther's childlike voice chimed in both their heads, If there was actual trouble, Master Eragon would have given us more information.
"Oh shut it you!" shouted Galahad, turning red from embarrassment.
"You did well Galahad, responding as you did to my call," Eragon butted in before the two could start bickering. "However, Uther is right in saying that if it were important, I would've asked all of you to come here sooner and not in a half hour."