Larger Than Life

[Joker]

( Sorry if its not the best I'm a little rusty)
Uru'baen was starting to get boring Gideon thought to himself. He'd seen more than half of the city, and it disgusted him. Either way he would be heading home soon if he had his way and more so than not he had his way. It annoyed him that this was the capital simply due to the varden where now in charge. Although he wouldn't bother to start a rebellion in the name of the empire it still angered him. The varden had started this, even though he knew the empire was not the best government especially with Galbatorix in charge they at least kept a steady hand.



Walking through the streets towards the citadel Gideon had heard of Eragon of course. How couldn't he have with his dragon saphira and having a large part in toppiling over Galbatorix and his empire. Might as well go and see most likely the only decent thing that this city had to offer, and if all was correct from what he heard his best chance was to find him in the citadel so that's where he was going

[Quetzal]

Eragon was sprawled out in the windowsill near the entrance to the citadel, sheets of paper filling the space not occupied by himself, more propped up on his bent knee as he scribbled hurriedly across it using a book to support the paper. It was dull paperwork that had to be done. Of course he could have done all this at his desk, but he wanted a change of scenery. Spending all his life outside left him restless in one room for too long. At least perched here he could stare out and watch people coming and going from the busy citadel. The work was only admin, nothing secretive in the least. A record of people who had asked for Rider help recently. As the Rider representative on the Grand Council, anything that might concern the Riders went to him. Most of these people had been turned away so it was up to him to write letters to those who had sent written requests instead of coming in person, and to record the requests made.

As much as he wished they could help everyone, it was simply not possible. Only a couple of Riders were under the Council's command, none actually bound. The others were scattered everywhere doing what they wished, and even then they were not great in number. He wanted to unite them all so they might communicate better and work together. Even still, most of these tasks were more suited to regular knights or guards, and as such that was the help given to them. Riders had limited time so only the biggest tasks went to them.

Gideon was right by Eragon, but he did not notice the other man. He was just another person in the bustling place, there was no particular reason for him to make the first contact. If Gideon did not recognise Eragon, the fine clothes marked him as someone of importance, and the blue dragon embroidered on them and gedwey ignasia visible as he wrote were giveaways.

[Joker]

Standing in the middle of the path leading into the citadel a few people pushed into him. Sighing he thought to himself what ignorance but then again most of them most likely needed the help of the varden. He finally moved out of the way slipping out of the way of most of the people. He just wanted to meet Eragon see what the big deal was. Hopefully he was worth all of this annoyance if not then it was just another reason not to return to this city. Looking around many of the people looked no higher than a low noble nothing to catch his attention other than a young man with a blue dragon sewn into his clothes. 

Gideon had heard that Eragon had a blue dragon but there where so many riders now it was hard to keep track not that he would even waste his time on trying to. If this where Eragon he definitely didn't look like " The Savior Of The Varden." But this might not even be him, and at the time it seemed in his best interest to ask the man if he knew where he could find Eragon. Looking the man over once more he approached him trying to get a glance at the paper standing with a superior smirk on his face he spoke  " Hello do you know where I could find Eragon?" 

[Quetzal]

Eragon looked up as a man walked to him. There was a smirk on his face the young Rider didn't like. The look was as if the stranger had already sized him up and assumed he was nothing much. He himself had been like that once. Now he knew never to underestimate anyone. Especially not based on appearance alone. Dressed in fine clothes like these it was possible the other man had a distaste for rich folk. There were all too many out there with no idea what the real world meant, how people suffered while they were tucked up warm in their comfortable towers. He liked to think he had earned the money he had.

He stood up, brushing the papers into an untidy pile. "I do. You're speaking to him," he gestured to himself with a smile. There was no reason the man would recognise him unless he had been right at the front when he was giving a speech to troops or disgruntled citizens. Big posters of his face might have some appeal but was grossly egotistical. Telling everyone you were great was stupid. You had to show them yourself. "Pleased to meet you. What brings you to seek me out?" he offered a hand for Gideon to shake. With all the responsibilities he assumed there was business to take care of driving this man to find him. Whatever it was, it was bound to be more interesting than filling out forms.

[Joker]

Gideon read Eragons face, the slight muscle movements he used to show his disdain most likely at Gideon's smirk. Oh well it didn't matter to him in the slightest. Slowly glancing to his sides he noted a few people walking into the citadel. Some even glancing at the two of them then looking back to their tasks. Gideon looked back at Eragon and looked over him once again not caring if he noticed. Sighing he thought to him self what a waste of time he could be heading home lying in bed and not dealing with this rank city. But he was here now he might as well see if Eragon had anything special about him



Looking down at the mess of papers Eragon left lying as he started to speak. Only after he was finished did Gideon look at him " Well I suppose that it would be rude it I didn't tell you my name I'm Gideon" Well at least he knew his manners so that was a plus. " Pleased to meet you as well" Gideon shruged as Eragon asked the second question " Well I had some buisness to deal with whilest I was here so might as well see the hero of the varden" Gideon looked down at Eragons hand and shook it firmly looking back up at him

[Quetzal]

Gideon. It was good to put a name to a face, though Eragon couldn't say he'd heard of the man before. There a lot of people in the city for a lot of different reasons, it was impossible to know them all. Perhaps he had fought for the Varden, perhaps he wanted to make his mark on the world, perhaps he had an issue to raise with the authorities. His handshake was firm and confident. How much was discernible from a handshake was up to debate, this one leaving the impression he wasn't intimidated in any way to meet a man spoken of so much. Fair enough, it was foolish to think you knew someone just through the stories picked out as the most interesting and tweaked to make them more so.

Hero of the Varden was never a term Eragon could get used to. It was starting to sink in but he felt like himself, not a great hero. He was proud of what he had achieved, maybe even deserved the title, but that didn't make him feel any less himself, different that may be to the common farm boy he once was. He smiled with a shrug. "I suppose it's sensible to meet and judge people for yourself. Almost certainly there are stories about me that just aren't true. What sort of business are you on, if you don't mind me asking?" it might be a personal affair and he didn't want to make anyone feel forced to telling a stranger anything they didn't like sharing.