Chapters 9-10
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Eragon and Roran look awkward. Garrow is blissfully oblivious.
Roran: So, um, how about that…uh…miller job? I was thinking about, uh….
Eragon and Roran look apprehensively at Garrow.
Garrow: Why, that's a fine idea!
Roran: What?
Garrow: YESSSS! You're leaving! This is SO awesome!
Eragon: This is madness!
Garrow: Deal with it, bitch.
Eragon: Saphira, I don't understand! Roran and I are uncomfortable around each other! How could such a thing happen? We don't know what to say or anything!
Saphira: …Yeah…you know, that might just be because you're both teenage guys and therefore communicate largely in grunts.
Eragon: Oh, Saphira, you're so helpful.
Saphira: Oh, look, I caught an eagle! Whoops, changed my mind. He, like me, is a noble hunter.
Eagle: Goddammit, why didn't you figure that out before?
Eragon: Wow, that was SOOO noble! Hey, by the way, I was going to show you to my family, but I've changed my mind. I'm sulking, and I don't think they're cool enough to see you.
Saphira: Don't. Really, don't. It would be bad.
Garrow: Here, money! Goodbye, Roran, go away now.
Roran: Money, money…it's a rich man's world!
Eragon: Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doodoodoodoo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo…
Random chorus: Money, money…must be funny…in a rich man's world!
Garrow: Okay, musical aside over, I will now impart useful life advice that neither of you ever follow, nor think about again.
Eragon and Roran are still humming and therefore don't hear the useful life advice.
Garrow: Okay, bye, now!
Roran: I'll come back soon, I promise.
Garrow: …Great…just go, really.
Dempton: Oh, hey, Roran! There's going to be a lot of work…grinding.
Roran: Tell me about it…stud.
Roran and Dempton raise their eyebrows a lot.
Dempton: Ooh, Eragon! Hey, maybe you can have a job here too when you're a little older.
Dempton raises his eyebrows some more.
Eragon: (weakly) I thought you were marrying Katrina…
Roran: Oh, you know, just some experimentation before I tie myself down.
Eragon: So, Horst…what did you think of Dempton?
Horst: Such a stud—I mean, good man. SO, back to the plot! There are some random strangers in town. They're really pretty creepy. You know what they said when I met them?
Ra'zac: WE WILL EAT THE STILL-LIVING FLESH FROM YOUR BONES, VERMIN!
Horst: Okay, so that answers that…
Sloan: Don't do that. I'll tell you. Eragon has the stone. He found it in the unholy mountain range.
Ra'zac: You mean the Sp—
Sloan: DON'T SAY THE NAME!
Ra'zac: Wow, even we think you're sort of spastic.
Brom arrives, and Dempton turns and winks at him.
Brom: Eragon! …ohhh, Dempton…
Ghost of Selena: *in the same haunting voice* IIIII…aaaaammm…glaaaaad…youuuuuuuu…fooooolllllooooowwwweeeeeed…myyyyyyy…aaaaaaaaaadviiiiiiiiice…
Brom: Ahem. So, anyway, I'm going to grab your hand now.
Eragon: Is nothing sacred?
Brom: Oh, pocket mirror scar! …I am deeply unattractive today. Thanks!
Eragon: What the hell is going on?
Brom: Every tiiiime that I look in the mirror…all these liiiines on my face gettin' clearer…the past is gooOOOONE; it went by-y li-i-ike dusk to da-aw-awn…
Plot: And so it was that there was more foreshadowing.