The Welcoming Committee (Quetzal, Zachariah, open?)

[Aelodil]

Trudging along the streets of Uru'baen was what seemed an old man with his walking stick. Strapped to this man's waist was a scabbard, though it was barely visible, protruding a little from his long, flowing, blue robe. Seated on top of his head was a hat, pointy like a wizard's. Many people stared at him with a mixture of confusion, shock, ridicule, and some awe. Wizards were, to the average person, a thing of myth. A man with magical powers. That is, to the average person. To those who spent their time to explore the world they lived in, Wizards were powerful beings with similar traits to a human, save that they aged a lot slower and were far more capable with their magic and mind. They were beings that had once been Dragon Spirits, but had relinquished their dragon form and immortality for the pursuit of the arcane magic they wield.

This man was none other than Camarat. The old Wizard had been very busy during the war, what with the Dragon Spirits and few other Wizards riled up. He had, in some unpleasant cases, been forced to use strength to subdue some of his colleagues before they made a rash decision. Afterwards, he had had his hands full, dealing with the official problems of some of the Dragon Spirits or Wizards. The few Wizards that remained had tried to act as medians between the Dragon Spirits and the rest of the world, as the Dragon Spirits probably would have been too excited to make any sense, but with only a handful of Wizards alive, it was a tough job.

But finally, after all that work he had all the time in the world, and he was going to spend it pleasantly. As he walked through the streets, he couldn't help but wander to his thoughts of the last time he had spoken to any of his friends. It had been quite awhile. He remembered Arathale, the old Dragon Spirit, and couldn't help but smile fondly as he recalled an image of him. Among the typhoon of people, he remembered his brief meeting with Eragon. He was a young lad, and more importantly, seemed quite polite. He found he had taken a liking to the bright, fresh faced, young man. The last thought he had was remembering Isrydia and Arlyn before he stopped abruptly with a bump.

He looked downwards, to see what he had bumped into, and noticed two burly men approaching on a young child. The child had bumped into Camarat and now stared at the men in horror. He ran and hid behind Camarat's robe, just as the men yelled at him. Camarat turned from the child and faced the men. The men stopped in confusion. Here was, what seemed, an old, and unarmed man standing in their way. "What business have you here, old man?" Asked one while the other growled impolitely, "Gah, get out the way old man, or we'll trample ye." Camarat shook his head. "You realize, if you were to ask a favor of someone you would do it politely. But none of that, I have no business here, really. However, I must ask, what business do you have with this young child?" inquired Camarat.

The first man who had spoken rubbed his chin thoughtfully before replying, "That kid right there stole from my meat locker. I'll have him pay for that, if not in coin, then in soil and sweat." Camarat nodded thoughtfully. "So you say, so you say. How many coins' worth did he steal, pray tell?" He asked the man who responded curiously, "Easily thirty two coins' worth. You intend to pay 'im off?" Camarat reached into his robe and said, "That's exactly what I intend." as he took out thirty two coins and dropped them into the impolite man's hand. "Now off you go." Shooed Camarat as the men nodded, satisfied after counting, and walked away. He turned to the young child, handed him five coins and said, "Next time, try not to steal. Rather, try to see if you can work for someone in exchange for food. Though I'm sure it was out of need, not want, so I'll refrain from reporting this. Be careful out there." The boy looked from his hand to Camarat, and bowed his head gratefully before running off.

Camarat smiled to himself as he continued to trod down the street. Despite a few hitches here and there, it was a lovely day. The sun was out, and the Spring wind gently caressed his robe and flowing beard as he walked through the city. It was a nice change of events, and he planned to take complete advantage of it. He found himself a nice, small, closed off area with grass on a slight slope, exposed to the sunshine, and he decided to lay down there while he relaxed. He set his staff next to him, and with a heave, laid, back down, as he placed his hat on his face to cover his eyes from the sun. It was going to be a good day.

(Back in the buis, baby!)

[Joker]

Prowling the walls around Uru'Baen Silas was thinking to himself how in hell had the varden won. Of course Silas knew about the conflict but why do something when neither side accepted Rangers. He was pretty sure that half the men, women and children if not all of them had never heard of them. Hopefully Silas could do something about this show the new government if not the world that the Rangers and all the other races that no one seemed to care about or for could have equal treatment.

Silas had heard of a rider named Eragon who seemed to have a lot of sway within the varden perhaps if he found him Silas and Eragon could have a nice talk. Before this It had been around one hundred years since he had been any where near Uru'Baen the city had barely changed in this period of time. Apparently Galbatorix had been something of a control freak Silas chuckled at this thought catching himself he stopped. This isn't funny he thought thousands of men, women and children had died because of this "control freak." Great Silas thought I'm contradicting myself I'm going crazy he laughed again this time allowing himself to it had been so long since he had laughed.

Silas saw a old man usually elders knew what was what but this man was odd but who cared " Excuse me elder but do you know where I could find a rider named Eragon Bromson I need to talk with him" This must be very odd for a old man to see except he couldn't he had his hat on his face Silas noticed his voice fading at least six times while he was speaking gotta work on that he thought.  
    

[Quetzal]

"Camarat's in town!" Saphira's delighted voice rang in Eragon's mind as she spied him from a distance. Dragons couldn't fit down many of Uru'baen's streets without disrupting people and traffic, so she like most others avoided entering the city, instead circling above. Her eyes were keen and noticed a familiar old man lying on a grassy open space. She would fit if she chose to land, but decided against it for the time being. No need to draw attention to themselves or alarm anyone.

Eragon wasn't far and headed straight for it. The wizard always had some wisdom to impart, and he had only met him briefly before. It would be a pleasure to get to speak with him again. At greater length, hopefully, this time. Some weeks had passed since the downfall of the Empire and the city was already safe enough to live in. Still it bore scars of the battle, however, and several parts were too ruined for repair and were currently being built afresh. There was much work to be done. Any help was valuable, and perhaps Camarat would offer some. Emerging onto the grassy slope, he grinned at the shape lying down. Someone else had got there first. The past years of tension and war, especially since he had become known and hunted as a Rider, had taught him to be wary of strangers, so his immediate reaction was to hold back and examine the other man. From behind he didn't appear to mean harm. He had to keep reminding himself that these were times of peace. He refused to let his guard down in case some still loyal to the old ways tried to take things into their own hands or seek revenge, but he still knew he could relax a little.

He listened to the stranger's words before making himself known. "Right behind you," he said loud enough to be heard clearly. He stepped forward to stand closer to Silas and Camarat. "It's good to see you again, Camarat, I hope you're well. What brings you here?" he asked before turning back to Silas. "I'm Eragon. You should feel someone trying to contact your mind; that's my dragon, Saphira. She's off flying right now but can hear through me and speak mentally. I'm afraid I don't know who you are. What is it you wanted?" he asked. Saphira was indeed gently brushing Camarat and Silas's minds, simply extending a friendly greeting.

[Aelodil]

A beautiful gentle caress with a slight cool feel to it. The gentle touch of the grass like a soft cotton coat, the gentle caress of the warm sun feeling across his person. It felt like blissful relaxation. This reminded Camarat of long ago, when he still had his dragon form, with his friends, camping outside in the plains. Slowly, as he slipped into memory, he began to recall himself as he heard the quiet footsteps of a large man approaching him. This brought him back to reality as he came back to.

Camarat looked up as he heard a voice. He looked towards the voice and... saw nothing but darkness. Then he remembered to take off his hat and he placed it on the top of his head as he sat up, grabbing his staff. He looked at the man in front of him. He was an exceptionally large fellow, both in width and height. He noticed a few traits on the man that, to a normal man, would seem like nothing out of the ordinary, but to Camarat's experienced eye, he noticed that the man in front of him was a Ranger. He hadn't spent a thousand years in this life without learning more of this world. He smiled at the Ranger and was about to respond when he heard another, slightly more recognizable voice.

The first thing that Camarat noticed was the presence of Saphira in his mind. With a kind gentleness, he allowed her into his mind so they could connect and talk more properly, he turned to Eragon as well. He stood up, using his staff to help him up, giving him a fragile and delicate look, although he was far from it. He smiled at Eragon and said, "The same right back at you, young Eragon. I am well, actually. In fact, I've not felt as good as I do currently in quite awhile. It's a remarkable change. I thought I'd come by and relax in the open sunlight. Lovely weather, really. Feels so good to relax after all that work. And yourself?" In response to both of Eragon's questions.

Camarat turned to the Ranger and said, with a soothing smile that said that everything was fine and was inviting, "Hello young man. As you can see, this is Eragon right here. However, fancy seeing a Ranger out here. My name is Camarat, a Wizard. Might I ask your name?" He asked, curious. He quickly turned back to Eragon and patted his own belly, before pointing at Eragon's, winking, and saying, "Easy there Eragon. We don't want you to grow a pot belly now do we?"

Camarat turned his mind to Saphira as he opened his mind, he felt her feelings flow through him. Although he had given up his dragon form, as a Wizard, he still felt more at peace talking mentally. It was more free. You can let loose emotions and explain like no way possible through physical means. "Well met Saphira. I'm glad to see you. It's been quite awhile, hasn't it? I also see you've grown in more ways than one. But come on down. After all, I think after all the people in this city have been through, having a dragon landing in the city is far from extraordinary. Also, if you need anything, advise or what-not, feel free to ask. You're still as curious as ever, and still just as bad at hiding your curiosity." Said Camarat to Saphira, half kidding. He let his emotions flow freely between them, letting his joy in seeing them and excitement flow to her.

[Brenton]

The streets of Urubaen, a hovel to the eyes of one as old as Arathale, were bustling with energy that had lacked since Galbatorix took the throne. Yet just recently the tyrant had fallen and finally the city was rebuilding. Of course it was also a time to remember those lost in the war. So Arathale, tall and broad of shoulder, walked through the streets remembering his first time here. It had been many years ago when the old dragon spirit finally succeeded at becoming a spy and met a wily old man who was doing much the same. This man had been none other than the great Brom, rider of Saphira. They helped each other for many days until both were forced to flee for their lives.

Now the dragon spirit, garbed in a soft woolen pair of breeches and tunic belted on by a wide leather sword belt, spoke gently. We did it Brom, old friend. Or your son did it anyhow. We all just followed his lead. If only you could see the fair city now... Arathale was midway through moving forward another step when two burly, by human standards, men cornered a young boy. "That old coot may have paid your debt but we are still going to make you pay as well."

Arathale, having seen more than enough, stepped forward and placed his hand upon the largest man's shoulder. Make even one move toward that young lad and I will personally whip you until your skin flays from your back. His debt was paid by an elder and now you need to move along. It would have worked, but Arathale wasn't expecting the smaller compatriot to bust him in the jaw. As the dragon spirit reeled back, two more punches were delivered to his gut and then another to his throat. That littler one was agile and powerful with his punches.

"You may be big and carry a sword but you lack discipline, foolish peasant. Time for you to run along.[/b] Arathale blinked through reared over eyes at the two goons and then spat out a globule of blood. Without hesitating a beat, the larger fighter knocked both of them out and then glanced at the kid. Did the man who helped you wear a pointy hat and talk with a funny accent?

When the boy nodded Arathale grinned. Camarat was in town. Slowly Arathale looked around and then spotted his old ally. Cunning and wily as the wizard was, he had allowed this boy to be targeted again. Perhaps not knowingly but nonetheless it happened. Camarat, you saved a boy earlier. I suggest next time make sure the men after him don't return. Arathale stopped next to his friend and grinned through the pain in his throat as bruises appeared on his skin.

[Joker]

Waiting for Eragon and Camarat to stop talking he looked at the old man "thank you for knowing of my race Camarat My name is Silas Willows." Looking in Eragons direction Silas instantly felt Saphira lightly brush his mind he apoened his own mind to her showing her the reason he was looking for Eragon. " The reason I am here is because of my people as Camarat said I am a ranger many of my race like to not be known of but I came here to see if you could help me make sure that in this new goverment the Rangers and some other less known Races are considered in all of their decisions and I hoped you could help me in this pursuit"

This old man seemed to be very popular with everyone another person walked up greeting him in a kindly matter apparently Silas was the only one here who didn't know this man. Perhaps I should the more people I know the better forgetting himself Silas put his hand out to Eragon  "It is a pleasure meeting you and Saphira Eragon But I mean no one any harm if you wish you can ask Saphira I showed her all of my intentions. But if you wish I will lay down my weapons." 

[Quetzal]

Eragon was pleased to hear Camarat was doing well. "I'm well. Busy as ever, though it's far less stress keeping things calm than it was trying to help take down the most powerful person in Alagaesia while half the realm were out to kill me," he replied. As much as he longed for a break from all this, he needed to maintain a strong grip on things or everything would fall apart without clear leadership. While plenty of people out there would still like to see him dead, they were far fewer and far less powerful than before. A huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. Dragons and Riders could go as they pleased without fear for the first time since the Fall. "Hey!" He grabbed his belly defensively in mock annoyance, though he was well aware there was no fat there.

A ranger? Now that was interesting. "Well, Silas, it's a pleasure to meet a ranger. Your lot are elusive, I don't think I've actually met one in person before," he smiled at the stranger. Saphira was pleased to be invited down into the city, having thought herself that she may as well but didn't want to end up struggling to fit down a narrow alleyway. "Be with you shortly," she said to the group.

"You're in luck, or at least I hope our plan is good enough. There are too many races to have representatives from each in the council; so many members will only result in arguments with little being done. Our current plan is to, very soon, appoint a representative for each of the humans, elves, urgals, dwarves, Riders, and minority races. Unfortunately it'll have to be one person for all the minorities, but we'll get them advice from all races so they're well informed. I can't tell you if they'll be a ranger or not, but no one wants to leave out any group of people, however small. Even if you don't think the council's good enough, anyone should be able to take up their problems with the authorities. And the Rider Order was made to keep peace between everyone, which includes keeping all races happy." He explained the current plan at length to Silas. He was concerned it might not be enough, but had faith in the former Varden members presently discussing the ruling of the land.

Saphira landed shortly after Arathale arrived. "Hello," she said simply, folding her wings in and looking at each member of the group for herself. A few people nearby stared but she ignored them. She was used to the attention. "Arathale, you've joined us too. Everyone's bumping into each other today," she observed.

[Aelodil]

Camarat blinked suddenly. So much was happening, so fast. He looked at Silas with respect. He had only met Rangers in person a few times before in his long life. He appreciated a chance to meet one face to face. Before he had any chance to reply to Silas, Arathale appeared. Camarat burst into a smile as he saw Arathale. His old friend seemed to not have changed much. He once again, without fail, showed up with wounds. He noticed the bruises and blood splotched on his skin. He quickly murmured some words under his breath, ran his staff alongside Arathale, and watched with satisfaction as the bruises disappeared. He wiped off the blood with a dab from his sleeve. He turned back to Silas and said, "The pleasure is mine, Silas. However, as Eragon said, due to avoid tyranny once more, a council will be set up. I'm afraid you will need to wait until the council representatives are announced and talk to them to voice your opinions. Though, after all the people of Alagaesia have been through, I doubt anyone will be able to tear things apart again, so that should not be an issue. Furthermore, if you have any problems currently, I'll listen and I believe I can help as of now."

Camarat turned back to Arathale once more. He arched an eyebrow at his old friend's comment. "Well, as you know, I don't leave quite a scary enough impression when I don't put on a show of force. Unlike you, I don't have the threatening appearance anymore, I'm afraid. So unless I were to visibly put on a showcase of magic or force in this city, which really isn't a good idea, considering we just started rebuilding it, they wouldn't quite feel intimidated. You, on the other hand are quite the intimidating fellow. Thank you, by the way, for helping the young child. But anyway, after all this time, and the first thing you say to me is that?]/i] Not asking me if I'm fine, if I'm ill. Maybe I'm dying, maybe I've grown too old. Maybe I've received a vicious wound and won't make a full recovery. On the other hand, I still have another 14,000 years to burn before I die. But any which way, all the would-be drama aside, how have you been Arathale? It's always a pleasure to see you well and fine. It has been quite a while, now that I think about it." Said Camarat to Arathale, hoping Arathale would pick up the fact that he was only joking when he said about the death. Arathale knew, as good as any other Dragon Spirit how slowly Wizards aged.

Finally, he turned to Eragon and Saphira. He smiled at Eragon. One thing Eragon never ceased to have was humor. And it something Camarat was glad for. The young lad had gone through a lot in the short period of his life. It was good that he did not allow all the bad to scar him. He noticed however, that the warriors acute sense of alertness was not wasted on Eragon, and he was still on alert. Noticeably less so than before, but still there. He reached out with his mind to the group and said, in response to Saphira's comment, "What can I say? I seem to be a celebrity of sorts. What kind of celebrity is a thousand years old, however, is beyond me. But speaking of celebrities, you still are quite the celebrity to the people. Brightscales, they say. Some have even taken to calling you and Eragon 'The sword and shield of the people.' I'll let you guess who the shield is." his voice obviously mocking. Turning to Eragon on a slightly more serious note, he said to him in the confines of their two minds, well, three, really, considering Saphira, "I'm proud of you Eragon. You are currently a man in, most probably, the highest position, both in politics and power in the entirety of Alagaesia, yet you remain humble. Your parents would have been proud, just as I am proud of you and I'm sure everyone else is also proud of you. Keep it up. Also, whenever you have some spare time, you should come by. I have a gift to give you and Saphira."

(Sorry if it's a bit.. rushed? Jumbled? Lacking in quality? I don't know, but I don't have much time. 4:13 AM and I need to be in school in 6 hours from now to get my report card.)

[Brenton]

((No problem Vlaer. We understand those days.))

Arathale nodded to Eragon once he was certain that Camarat had heard him. A true warrior, even one as ancient as Arathale was, knew when to respect those who had earned it. And this lad had certainly earned his respect in spades. Without looking away, Arathale knew that Camarat was healing the bruises upon his flesh. Eragon, Brom would be proud of all that you have done for this land. Even though he isn't with you in body, he will always guide you through spirit and mind alike.

Slowly the dragon spirit turned back to Camarat and let loose a hearty chuckle from the cavernous confines of his chest. So this wizard was still as quick in wit as he was in blade and magic. That smaller one presented a reasonable threat if he hadn't gone for humiliating me. He was fast and got in a lucky punch. Still Camarat, size means nothing when you can eviscerate someone just by uttering a few words and waving a crooked stick in the air. I may have strength and brawn but you have cunning and strategy. And don't patronize me with your false pity party, friend. We both know you are well and that any injury you would heal.

Arathale looked over at the Ranger and held his hand out. I bid thee a fine welcome, Ranger. I trust that my companions here are treating such a distinguished guest with the utmost respect? My name is Arathale, better known right now as Mikkel Bromsson.

[Aelodil]

Bump

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

Listening to there explanations Silas nodded "Eragon it's a pleasure to meet a dragon and her rider in the flesh after what my father had told me about the riders I had to see one for my self I believe I just hit two birds with one stone today. That representative idea sounds great your just going to make sure whoever it is doesn't have their own races ideals above the others. Just a thought from a lone Ranger as for your statement Camarat that is my only worry."


This new government seemed like it was a amazing idea from what had been a few years ago a jumble of ideas but Silas knew maybe not in this Millennium. Some tyrant would take control and destroy all of this good history repeats itself something like the fall of the riders would happen again. Then there may not be someone like the Varden to stop it. Responding to Mikkel "Believe me Mikkel this is the warmest welcome I've ever had in Uru'Baen and please my name is Silas it feels awkward all of you calling me Ranger." Finishing with a grin.

(Sorry for the wait had some issues with the power)

[Quetzal]

"The sword and shield of the people, that's a new one," Saphira remarked. They knew of many names for themselves, but that was not one they had heard before. The two were truly touched by both Arathale and Camarat's compliments. "Thank you, that's just about the best thing you could have said to me," Eragon replied to them both. He looked up to his father with great respect. Any comparison to him or feeling he'd earned his pride put a warm glow in his heart, as in life Brom's praise and respect were hard earned. What they had done had been a big deal, he knew, but somehow he felt it would not have surprised Brom. Even when they had been arrogant children with no true sense of just how dangerous and hard the road ahead was, he had got the impression that deep down somewhere Brom believed in him. Finally achieving what his father had wanted to be done all his life was a good feeling. When they met again in the afterlife, they would have a great deal to talk about.

Eragon was relieved the ranger was satisfied with the plan. "Of course, we'll keep them in check, and anyone can make complaints if it gets out of hand!" he assured him. He was glad to know the stranger's name, too. "Silas is better than 'ranger', yes," he smiled, "and what brings you to Uru'baen? Have you been here long?" he asked, curious about the ranger's motives. He knew little of the race or what their reasons for doing things or their goals were.

[Aelodil]

Camarat smiled at Saphira and nodded. "At least it isn't something ridiculous. You can at least be happy with that much." his voice slightly mocking. As he heard Eragon's words straight from the heart, Camarat stood up, the smile still on his face, albeit a little more seriously, and put a hand on Eragon's shoulder. "I only knew him for a short while, but in the time that I knew him, he proved my thoughts on all humans wrong. I thought the Human race was a corrupt one. Not worth saving. Not worth the effort. Better to leave them to their own devices and rot out alone. That's what I thought then. But then I met Brom. This was back when I still was a normal Dragon Spirit. I did not know him for long, just barely for a few months before he died, but I spent a lot of time with him, learning from him of the Human race. I can tell you this with confidence: Eragon, you are very much like Brom. Just slightly less grumpy." Said Camarat, his voice proud and gentle.

He turned to Silas and nodded before saying, "Pardon my manners. I should have asked your name first rather than calling you 'ranger'. It is my pleasure to meet you Silas. Sorry to disappoint you perhaps with this specific Rider," as he elbowed Eragon, letting him know he was only teasing him before continuing, "but yes, Riders do actually exist. When I first learned of it, I must say I was quite skeptical. I had known many Dragons at the time, and none of them seemed to be the kind who would willingly allow someone to bond with them in such a way. But Fate has quite the humor, so it would seem."

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Brenton]

Arathale grinned at Eragon and spoke quietly to the young man. My elder may not know your father all too well but I spent many days helping him. It was towards the end of our espionage when you were conceived that I aided him in escape and we became allies. You are much like he was and not many people can claim that. Trust in yourself and you will go far.

Finally he realized he had been disrespectful to Silas. Forgive me as well, Silas. It was never my intention to slight you by not asking your name. He bowed his head in regret to the Ranger.

[Joker]

Silas nodded as Eragon agreed "well I would hope that it is a better name ranger is a little bland for my taste" Silas grinned slightly at Eragon. Caught of guard by Eragon's question he answered "Well other than wondering how long it would be to get a council with you which only took less then a minute of asking if Camarat knew where you were. Other than that I just wanted to see how much the city has changed since I have last been here. To be honest I've only just gotten here." Glad being in such good company Silas had been used to talking to him self while on the road.

"trust me you two you need not apologize I should have introduced myself before talking my manners are a little rusty excuse me"  

[Quetzal]

Eragon nodded, it was a good thing this new name wasn't meant to mock them. There were a few of those around, mostly circulating through the Empire, but they had died down a lot since the battle. "They're right. He might not have raised you, but Garrow wasn't too dissimilar to Brom in some ways, and spending all that time with him rubbed off on you," Saphira confirmed to Eragon. Stubborn and strong willed they both were, but with fiercely good hearts and talent. Eragon smiled. "I didn't know you'd met Brom, Camarat. He was pretty grumpy, true."

"The city's changed an awful lot, if you were last here before the battle," he said to Silas. "Both sides had orders not to deliberately damage it since they didn't want their prize to be rubble, but a lot of buildings were broken all the same. We've been trying to repair it, though some of the styles have changed." He waved a hand at the buildings around him. The newer repairs were slightly different to the old, built to blend in but look nicer than before. "We've been making improvements where we can, but sometimes our resources are limited and we have to make do." Not all the buildings improved in repair.

[Aelodil]

Camarat nodded at Eragon. "Contrary to some peoples' popular belief, I've not spent my past thousand years idling around doing nothing. I've been to many different places, seen many different sights, met many different people of different races. Brom was among the few who earned my respect while I was still a Dragon Spirit. Though despite that grumpiness, as Saphira said, there were few to no men with a heart to match your fathers." he told the younger lad. He remembered his short amount of time with Brom. Back then, Camarat had still been a Dragon Spirit. A naive one. He had, for the most part, looked down on Humans. The only people he had looked upon as near equal were the Elves. Even then, that was only for their generosity of housing him when he visited Alagaesia. But Brom had gotten through that brick wall of arrogance and showed him just how much good there was in the world.

Camarat stroked his beard thoughtfully. Yes, it did seem that resources were short in supply. He turned to Eragon, took a deep breath and said, "Well, you talked me into it. I can help with the reparations if you need the help. For one, I can get the resources we need, whether through my homeland or magically. For another, I can help add a bit more to the manual labor you have at your disposal. I may not look like it, but I am rather strong physically." he eyed Arathale out the corner of his eye. He knew his friend would probably also offer his help. Unlike many other Dragon Spirits, Arathale was more modest. Maybe not Human level of modesty, but plenty of modesty for a Dragon Spirit or Wizard and he respected that of his friend.

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Brenton]

Arathale listened to the words of Eragon and all of tube others in the group before he finally spoke again. I am not opposed to offering assistance where it is needed. My magic is nowhere near as strong as Camarat but he is also nowhere near capable of the things I can do either. Eragon Shadeslayer, Saphira Brightscales, I offer my assistance in rebuilding the capital to her former glory.

Most dragon spirits and wizards would have turned their back on the humans but Camarat and Arathale were modest enough after helping humans for so many years. With a glance over at Camarat, Arathale bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of his old friend. He knew the old man had thought much the same only seconds previously. Funny how if anyone heard us say that then the Wizards and Dragon Spirits would strike our names from the books. Thanks for helping Camarat.

[Aelodil]

Bump Joker

When you die, your world ends. The world may go on, but in your eyes, the world ends with you.

-Carpe Diem

[Joker]

"Well at least it's good to know the empire had some kind of heart not wanting the city to be destroyed even if it was for there own good if they had won" Silas wondered if Galbatorix had even cared if the city had been destroyed with, someone like him thought most likely would have wanted to watch it burn if he wasn't the leader. But that was the past there was a new government that seemed beyond competent enough to run one. "I'm not very good at building but if there is any thing that you need help with please do feel free to ask."

The city was in great shape despite the battle that had taken place. it was great to see the major races working together like this. A wonder what war does for people not just kill but it brings people together helps them think as one.