Sorry. This is a fairly boring chapter, that is why it took long for me to write it.
"Now," Ingokn said when they all settled down around the fire. "I want some answers or no one is leaving this camp."
"You want answers?!" Arya shouted. "We want some! Like, who are you and why were you flying on the back of a dragon?"
"You're rather straight forward." Ingokn commented, "I'll tell you, if you tell me who you are and where in Oblivion I am."
Both Eragon and Arya then fired Ingokn a few more questions; Who are you? Where do you come from? Who is that dragon?
Ingokn motioned for them to stop, rubbing her temples.
"Jeez, you ask a lot of questions." she said. "Anyway..."
Ingokn then told Eragon and Arya about Tamriel and her homeland, Eragon looking like he didn't believe her while Arya looked genuinely curious. Ingokn then explained the Nine Divines and the current political situation in Skyrim. It was then Ingokn's turn to ask a few questions. She asked a lot about where she was and what is going on around here. Given how open Ingokn was, Eragon and Arya told Ingokn about the war currently going on. They left out the part about Eragon being a Dragon Rider and the Riders themselves, however.
Ingokn listened carefully as they explained everything they were willing to say.
"So," Ingokn said, leaning back on the flank of Mulahrkpahlokaal. "What about the Dragon Riders? Who exactly are they?"
Both Eragon and Arya froze. How could she know? they thought to themselves.
"Why do you need to know?" Arya asked, both hostile and curious.
"First off," Ingokn said, annoyed. "I was accused of being one and was arrested by a brute with a red dragon."
She then smirked. "Not that that dragon was any match for my friend here."
Mulahrkpahlokaal seemed to hum at the compliment.
"What's his name?" Eragon asked, far more interested in the dragon then Ingokn.
"Zu'u los Mul-ahrk-pahlokaal." the dragon replied. "I am Mulahrkpahlokaal."
Both Arya and Eragon gapped at the green dragon.
"Y-you can speak? Physically speak?" Eragon asked. He was used to how Saphira spoke, but this dragon was physically speaking.
"Yes." he snorted. "I have the volcal cords nessesary to speak."
"Pahlokaal joor." he said under his breath.
"Oh hush up." Ingokn said, smacking Mulahrkpahlokaal's leg.
He just chuckled and laid his head down on the ground, Ingokn smiling at the dragon.
"Are you his rider?" Eragon asked.
"Hmm?" Ingokn said, looking up. "No. I'm not too sure what makes a Dragon Rider special but I am sure I'm not one of them."
Eragon looked at Arya, and Arya looked at Eragon in return. To Ingokn, they seemed to be just staring at each other for a long time. They were actually talking to each other, debating if they should tell her or not.
Eragon didn't want to tell Ingokn, saying she could be working for Galbatorix. Arya, on the other hand, felt that she was a complete stranger to this land and shouldn't be left arrogant of the situation.
Plus, an agant of Galbatorix wouldn't raid caravans belonging to the Empire.
Eragon reluctently agreed, still not trusting the nordic woman.
Arya then explained what Dragon Riders were and their importance to the land.
"During the existence of the Riders, the land was in a Golden Age. There was no slavery and the Empire was flourishing." Arya said, looking into Ingokn's eyes. "A human, young even by your standards, had a dragon hatch for him and they bonded. During his training, his dragon was slain by some Urgals in the Spine. Driven mad by grief, he requested another dragon from a counsel of elder Dragon Riders. They all refused to give him one. He then stole a dragon hatchling and went into hiding."
Arya then told Ingokn the story about the fall of the Riders, not leaving out a detail she thought was important.
"I see." Ingokn said when Arya was finished. "They were the watchers, but who watched the watchers."
Arya nodded sadly.
"Well, I assume that means Eragon here is a Dragon Rider, though I do have a vague memory of him telling me he was one." Ingokn said as she scratched her head. "Anyway, I guess I should tell you I'm an important figure in my homeland."
"How?" Arya and Eragon asked in unision.
"I'm Dragonborn." she said with a smile.
"Dragonborn?" they both asked again, in unision.
Ingokn sighed. "A mortal born with the blood and soul of a dragon. Any power a dragon can wield, I can too."
Both Eragon and Arya were amazed and suspicious. It sounded extremly unlikely but Eragon seemed more accepting of it, having seen Ingokm breath fire.
"How so?" Arya asked.
"I've seen her breath fire like Saphira." Eragon admitted.
Arya looked at Eragon, surprised. "Breath fire?" she asked and then looked at Ingokn.
Ingokn smirked and looked at a dry tree.
"Yol... Toor Shul!" she Shouted.
As the last word left her mouth, a torrent of flame escaped and set the tree ablaze. Arya looked at Ingokn with wide eyes as the torrent disapated, Ingokn closing her mouth.
"Believe me now?" Ingokn asked with a smug look.
Arya regained her regal postiure and looked at Ingokn.
"That doesn't prove anything. Any magician can make them appear to breath fire."
Ingokn growled and added some wood to the fire. She mumbled something before looking at them.
"I'll take you to where you need to go in the morning, but after that we need to part ways." she said. "I need to find a large black dragon. I followed him here from my homeland."
Eragon and Arya looked at eachother in silence. Could she mean the black dragon that attacked us on the Burning Plains?
Arya shrugged and then laid down and went to sleep. Eragon did the same, tense from the large dragon nearby, who was breathing deeply as it slept.
The next morning, Ingokn had hunted breakfast and brought it to camp. She gutted it and cooked it before either Arya or Eragon woke up.
After breakfast, all three of them got onto Mulahrkpahlokaal and he flew in the direction of the Varden, as directed by Arya.