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      After dropping of their prisoners to the magistrate, Ehlana and Rollan returned to the small farmhouse. The front door is slightly open when Rollan knocks, “Hello, Miss; are you home?” pushing the door fully open reveals the main room with a fireplace on the opposite wall, there is a doorway leading to the kitchen to the right of the fireplace. There is a door on the right wall lead into the small bedroom.

      The sound of a pot hitting the flour then “oh, um, I’m here… oh dear”; the lady replies as she emerges from the kitchen.

      “Hello, remember us, I am Rollan Connley and this is Ehlana Strormfrost, you asked us to find your husband”

      “Yes, my name is Margaret Moeller. Did you find him?”

      “We are just getting started” Ehlana exclaims

      “We need to know more about him; what is he wearing, his name, and the general direction he was going.”

      “Oh yes a course, Howard is his name, dark brawn pants, dark green shirt I think. I think he said we was going to try to hunt to the south-east to see if the game is better, he normally goes to the west as of late he has not had any good luck that way just small animals a bird or two and rabbits. He wanted to bring home a dear and sell the extra meat to the butcher. He been gone so long now, I just do not know what to do”; Margaret starts to cry.

      “Margaret… um… We will do are best to find him, Arhus will guide us.” Ehlana assures her. “In the mean time, may I ask you to stay at the church so we know where to find you, let father Jeremy know we sent you. The church will help comfort you until we get back.”

      “Do you think it best, but what of my home? The crops need to be planted and I can’t do it alone.”

      “I do not know; I do not have an answer for you, but father Jeremy may.” Rollan answers.

      “Here is some coin it should help if you do not get the crops planted. We should go before it gets too late.” Ehlana hand Margaret a pouch as she give her a hug. “Keep the faith; we will find him.”

      As the two leave the farm, walking southeast thru the woods, Ehlana remarks, “You know if we are going to be traveling together a lot, we should see to getting you a horse.”

      “Ehlana that would be nice, but I cannot afford a horse; I do not think I will ever be able to either. Beside Arhus has provided me with everything I need.”

      “When this quest is done, let me speak to my father and see what happens.”

      “Please do not ask your father to buy me a horse; I would be in your family’s debt. I wound never be able to repay you”

      “Rollan please do not say that, it makes me feel … well like we are not equal because of whom my family is. My Father was not always a noble, and he was not always a Knight of the Church. My father was a simple farmer growing up; His deeds for the church of Arhus made him a Knight. Marring my mother made him a noble. In his heart, he is still a simple farmer. They both taught me titles do not make you different and treat every one the same, with respect, regardless if they have a title or not.” Rollan starts to say something, but does not.

      “My father still farms the land his father gave him; half of it he raises horses, like Eragon, his life long passion. You will not find a breed like this one on all the empire, at least that what I’m told. Every horse you see like this one cam from my family’s farm.”

      “Where did he find this breed?”

      “He didn’t, a very good friend of his gave him and his friends the horses and I think fifteen in all and one very unique horse for a very special friend.”