The Fork, the Witch and the Worm [antikvár]

Chapter IMount ArngorThe day had not gone well.Eragon leaned back in his chair and took a long drink of blackberry mead from the mug by his hand. Sweet warmth blossomed in his throat, and with it memories of summer afternoons spent picking berries in Palancar Valley.A pang of homesickness struck him.The mead had been the best thing to come out of his meeting with Hruthmund, the dwarven representative. A gift to strengthen the bonds