Eragon passed through his home with wide eyes at the marvelous scenery before him. Carvahall was now almost 5 times the size it was when he left, venturing into the territory previously known as the spine. The craftsmanship had multiplied, with many merchants, butchers, bladesmiths, carpenters, etc. Eragon was astonished by how established Carvahall had become proud of his cousin, brother in heart, Roran's accomplishments.
He wanted to teeter around the city and get to know the home that had become foreign to him, but he knew that he did not have the luxury to do so. He hurried to the magnificent castle that stood as a god atop a mountain watching down on the great town. Protecting it.
This is no time to wander about. Hurry. You must return as soon as possible.
Glaedr spoke to Eragon in his ancient voice, still stricken with sadness and loneliness. Eragon humbly obeyed and marched to the gates of the castle, where he came upon two men standing guard. As what Eragon predicted their jobs would entail, they asked him to state his name and business.
"I've come to see Roran Stronghammer"
"What does an outside elf want with our king?" said one of the guards.
"I am a close relative, and have come to see him in his old age. I've gotten word that he has been sick, and I only mean to give my best wishes."
They immediately point their spear to his throat. "How have you come upon such secret information? Are you a spy from another faction?"
Eragon simply raised his hands in surrender. "Like I said, I was given word of his condition. I am a close relative to your king and only mean to give my best wishes to him."
Not believing him they prepared for an attack. Suddenly their eyes rolled to the back of the heads and began to convulse like madmen. After their seizure they fell to the floor.
"Was that really necessary? They are nothing more than normal beings, you could have seriously injured their mental state?" Eragon explained to Glaedr. No answer was given in response, but Eragon knew that Glaedr wanted the quickest way get around them.
Eragon opened the gate. He was introduced to the lavish lifestyle a king holds. Gold and Emeralds plastered in each corner. A shining brilliance illuminating the room. The structure of the building unique and wild, but, Eragon noticed, not as wild as his abode. The sounds of his steps bounced off the walls enveloping the room. He continued walking for another 5 minutes until he realized he was lost.
He now had to explore and look for someone that could give him directions to Roran's room. He walked for several minutes more until he stumble into a women wearing a dirty apron with messy red hair. She looked to be a cook. Eragon began to talk but was stopped by her shriek and yelling intruder.
"Intruder, intruder help!" she screamed. She too collapsed with a seizure.
You humans are annoying things, Glaedr roared, and Eragon got the feeling he attacked this time out of annoyance and anger than anything else.
Eragon heard the clanking of steel getting closer and closer to them. He was going to use magic to conceal himself until Glaedr told him it would be faster to let himself be captured, because his presence would eventually meet the ears of someone of Roran's lineage. Agreeing he let the soldiers surround and attack him.