Eragon walked into the tavern smiling. Murtagh, his brother a fact he had not yet come to terms with, at his side about to experience the Carvahall welcome. Roran had ditched them for Katrina but Eragon was somewhat unsure about his success as generically Roran went before he got drunk not after. And well last time he had gone the result hadn't been pleasant to put it lightly.

Inside the tavern was the usual noise and clutter that any tavern full of drunk men would but Eragon heard distinctly over the top the sound of a breaking glass. He scanned the tavern quickly for Abreich and Baldor. Spotting a head of blonde hair he hurried over. Abreich was one of the few blonde people in the brown haired dominated Carvahall which made him stand out in a crowd and so easy to find. His brother Baldor was a brunette and in that way fitted in more. That was part of the reason why Eragon had been confused by Murtagh with his black hair he didn't fit in either really so he couldn't have been closely related Eragon had thought. Knowing though Murtagh was his brother he presumed his father must have had black hair, a comforting fact which helped him put an identity on his sire.

"Hi Eragon," Abreich said with a slight slur in his voice.

"Hey Abreich, you too Baldor," Eragon said addressing the two boys.

"Whose the friend," Baldor asked curiously pointing at Murtagh who was standing awkwardly to the side.

Eragon beckoned furiously to Murtagh who wandered over. "He is..." Eragon said pausing for suspense. "My brother."

Eragon grinned as Murtagh faced an onslaught of questions which he answered to a various degrees of success. They ranged from his name to where he lived to how long he'd be staying and whether he would like a drink. Eragon remembered the questions he had asked Murtagh on the way here. Generically they were more personal such as where are our parents, apparently they were dead and who is our father, this had stumped him for a moment before he said he was an important noble. Those had been his most important questions to himself but he had asked scores of others. He really did have as Brom said as many questions as leaves on a tree, he thought smiling wryly

"So," he said standing up. "Whose up for a drink."

Everyone chorused in agreement and Murtagh flashed him a relieved smile quickly and Eragon smiled back. They where brothers and brothers helped each other. And that included distracting people who are asking far to many questions, unless he thought grinning the person asking questions is yourself.

"Well I would pay but I don't have enough money so chip in," Eragon said laughing. Everyone gave some money after a little bit of grumbling but Murtagh put in the most with the least bit of grumbling. Eragon was confused by this for a moment before remembering his father was an important noble. Murtagh had probably grown up surrounded by wealth.

He walked quickly to the bar to purchase the four mugs of ale. Waiting for the ale to be ready he leaned against the table and began to think about all the new things he had discovered that day.

"Boy," a raspy voice said startling him out of his thoughts. Eragon looked across to see Brom the village story teller. Pointing one finger at Murtagh who was sitting laughing with Abreich and Baldor. He asked, "Who's he?"

"Murtagh, he's my brother, I found him today isn't that amazing," Eragon gushed happily failing to see Brom's face whitening and the shards of glass among his feet sparkling.

"Your beers are ready Eragon," Morn said interrupting the conversation.

Eragon nodded and grabbed the four mugs each brimming with ale and walked over to the tale laughing. In the corner of his mind was a suspicion but he ignored it. Brom was always curious about new trader and visitors.

The four boys drank up and finished at different speeds with both Murtagh and Abreich finishing in one draught with Murtagh narrowly beating Abreich while it took Eragon two draughts and Baldor 3. His eyebrows went up in surprise Murtagh whoever he really was had clearly spent a lot of time drinking. The only other person who was almost that good at drinking was Roran. Think of the devil and here he comes Eragon thought smiling as he spotted Roran heading over.

"Oi where's my beer," Roran asked arriving at the table.

"At the bar and while your at it get me one, I'm parched," Baldor said laughing. Eragon hid a laugh Baldor could never hold his drink as well as the others could. Roran stomped up to the bar after collecting everyones money and bought more beer. The five boys drained their beer quickly and made small talk. Eragon smiled feeling the warm tingling in his finger tips and ears from the drink and he feel a small fuzziness in his mind.

"Murtagh your turn," Abreich slurred pushing him up.

"Yeah go," Eragon joked . "Your not a proper Carvahall member till you've bought your first beer,"

Eragon's eyes followed Murtagh as he walked off to the bar. He relaxed for a moment spotting Brom talking to Murtagh before seeing Murtagh back off nervously right into Parr. Eragon's hand clasped his head in shock as right in front of him a bar fight began. It was chaos limbs flying everywhere old grudges avenged and new ones begun . Eragon danced backwards keeping out the way, he didn't have a death wish besides Garrow would murder him if he had to pay a fine. Eragon glanced to the side to his friends for proof they shared the same feeling and saw no one, cursing his friends as he looked back to the centre of the fight and spotted Abreich's blonde mop. Eragon's eyes scanned the crowd recognising Murtagh's dark hair and Roran's brown head. Scowling Eragon dived into the throng and grabbed both boys by the hair taking advantage of their distraction he yanked them out of the fight. "Murtagh you've been her less than a day and your already in a bar fight," Eragon said addressing the dark haired youth who looked sheepishly at the floor. "and Roran what will Katrina say when she hears of this." Roran scowled remembering Katrina and quickly mirrored Murtagh in looking abashed att the ground.

The three boys hurried back as fast as they could hoping to get home before the hangover began. Eragon walked around trying to remember all the shortcuts and trying to stop Roran and Murtagh from falling over and hurting themselves. All three boys had consumed the same amount of beer but Eragon definitely held it better a fact he was intensely grateful. The journey home was over quickly and Eragon could see Garrow's disapproving glare as he hurried over and took Roran's weight of his shoulder. Eragon grimaced as he rubbed his shoulder and continued carrying Murtagh in,"Where should I put him?"

"Take him to you and Roran's room he can sleep in Roran's bed. I'll put Roran in the kitchen," Garrow replied

Eragon grunted affirmatively as he headed into his room. Dropping Murtagh on to Roran's bed he turned around and jumped into bed and having pulled the covers up fell asleep

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