Siamyo huffs through her nose as she walks towards the main hall, Gulnuar perched on her shoulder. You could've gotten here earlier. 'Well pardon me if I found an animal worth hunting. And you can't complain either, so you're welcome.' The white dragon licks his lips as the young woman approaches the hall. I suppose you have a point. Siamyo asks for directions to the dorm, and she walks in, her face expressionless. 'Status.' 'Five riders. One with intense magic.' 'I feel it too. What is Eragon up to?' She looks around, taking in every detail of the room and of every rider.