"Eragon."

"Sounds nice," I remark. "Oh, also, what will happen if the King finds me here?"

"He won't come here. Too busy planning a sneak attack on the Sirens." Eragon pulls out a small book and begins writing in it with a piece of sharpened charcoal.

"He won't come here. Too busy planning a sneak attack on the Sirens." Eragon pulls out a small book and begins writing in it with a piece of sharpened charcoal.

I blink. "Okay then. And what's that?" I ask, pointing to his book.

"Uh Nothing!" He quickly stuffs the book and charcoal into his satchel.

"Uh Nothing!" He quickly stuffs the book and charcoal into his satchel.

"If you say so," I say, shrugging. "Is it a journal or a diary, or something like that?"

"I just like to write stories," He mumbles. "Look at that!" He points towards a small cluster of fiery red flowers, obviously trying to distract you.

"I just like to write stories," He mumbles. "Look at that!" He points towards a small cluster of fiery red flowers, obviously trying to distract you.

I decide to not press him for details, and simply nod. "What sort of flowers are they?"

"I call the 'Phoenix Tears'. They have amazing healing properties!"

"I call the 'Phoenix Tears'. They have amazing healing properties!"

I look at it interestedly, and smile. "Are there plants named after other species? Like 'Dragon Claws,' or something? As you can probably tell, I'm not very experienced with plants."

"Yeah, there are." He opens his hands, palms towards the ground and mutters something under his breath. A small green shoot appears, rapidly growing until it resembled a pair of black claws. Thorns dotted the thick stem and a shiny red seed sat nestled in the middle.