Eragon sat upon the bow of the Talíta as the sun dipped below the horizon, submerging the world in the coolness of night. They had sailed upon the Edda River for nigh on three months until they came upon a spot in the river were it split three ways, one flowed to the north a little ways then doubled back on itself wrapping around the mountains only to rejoin the southern river towards the ocean. Eragon stood as he looked within the cavern that the middle tributary of the river flowed in and saw light not far on up.

'Saphira,' Eragon called 'let us fly ahead and scout the ending of this cavern shall we?'

Saphira's only response was a hum of joy that Eragon felt flow through their mental connection like a crashing waterfall. As she landed Eragon informed Blödhgarm of where they were headed and took off, as he acknowlaged. It didn't take long until they were through the cavern. As they emerged on the other side Eragon looked upon his surroundings with a trained eye.

Inside they were surrounded by a circle of granite mountains seven leagues in diameter from base to base. The river they were sailing on flowed inside into a natural harbor while around the water's edge herds of deer and wild boars roamed freely. Patches of oaks, elms, and other hard woods grew untamed.

'This is perfect,' Saphira noted to Eragon, 'The Mountains can be carved for dragons to nest in and the herds of animals provide food.'

'Not only that, but the soil is good for farming and the trees we can use to provide shelter for the new riders!' Eragon replied, 'This is the perfect spot for us to rebuild.'

Saphira hummed. Finally they would be able to settle down and live a normal life, or as normal a life as it gets from being around dragons, away from war and politics. After he had contacted Blödhgarm and the rest of the crew to sail on threw the cavern he cast a spell on the entrance to conceal it from those who would want to harm the hatchlings. Once Saphira had landed, he jumped down and set to work building a dock for the Talíta the crew to disembark.

With the aid of the elves, the eldunarí, and Saphira, they began the long process of building the new home of the riders. The task was tedious, and it sapped their strength greatly, but they had, within a fortnight of docking, had built a great fortress with walls a fourth of a mile high, and eighty feet wide. The fortress was built out of the same granite the mountains were of, with rooms for the new riders to be taught in. After they had built the fortress, they had deposited the Eggs into a cavern Saphira had built into the face of the tallest mountain, which they soon came to call Du Weldennángöth, or The Guarding Mountain, as it loomed over the others.

Just outside the walls they had assembled a skeleton of the city that was to be, for before they had departed Eragon left with each of the rulers a letter. The letter had been two-fold. The first part was of personal matters. But the other was a request. A request to send the best of every profession from every race to the newly founded city when he sent word. Eragon believed that during their free time, the Riders could learn about the people of Alagaesia on a personal level by interacting with them directly in their own trade.

Eragon knew the Rulers of the land would agree to his proposal and finally the day came when they stood back and looked at their work.

"It is finished," Eragon said out loud, "Now we wait for our students to join us."

And so, they waited.