For your people, Eragon
"Move on!" the soldier yelled as he pushed Eragon roughly. Eragon growled at him. The soldier, however, wasn't daunted. He had his orders, and even a Rider wasn't going to stop him.
Eragon's hands were bound behind his back with length of knotted rope. No matter how hard he wriggled, he couldn't seem to get his hands free. The soldiers that held him were obviously scared out of their minds. The only one that didn't cower was the man in charge. He stood tall, taller than Eragon by almost a full head, with massive muscles covering what little of his body showed through his armor. He had a mean-looking face, but it was almost completely devoid of any emotion of its own. Eragon suspected the man had been Galbatorix's pawn for many years.
The walls of the grand passageway were dark. The accumulated grime of thousa