Meanwhile, in Palancar Valley, Eragon was having dinner with his uncle Garrow. He was just about to eat his hard-earned egg when suddenly he was startled by a knock on the door.
“I’m not getting it!” Garrow shouted helpfully from in front of the TV.”
“Fine,” Eragon muttered as he got up from the table and opened the door. And standing there, in front of him, was Yoda.
“What do you want?” Eragon asked tiredly.
“Sent by the Varden I was, to tell you do not eat the egg you must.”
“Don’t eat the egg? Listen little green man, I’ve been listening to you all day, and I refuse to let you tell me what to do anymore!”
“Eat that egg you must not!”
“Give me one good reason why.”
Yoda pointed to the egg hatching into a dragon on the table. “Good reason is that?”
“Yes, Yoda,” Eragon said awed, “That IS a good reaon.”
Yoda straightened up with a big smile. Then there was another knock at the door,
“Who is it?” Eragon called.
The door opened to reaveal Durza. “Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman!” He said icily.