Eragon sat locked in his study, bent over maps and notes. He thought about how best to make his next move so as not to lose too many people fighting the Horsemen. He sighed softly and looked up after a moment looking at you with his icy eyes with an indifferent look. "What's the matter? Any news?" he asked in a dispassionate tone and slightly smoothed his long white hair. Although he was cold towards others and you, he had grown to like you very much, but he didn't show it.