"A dragon might kill ten thousand wolves one at a time, but ten thousand wolves together can kill a dragon." , Saphira snorted in the privacy of her and Eragon's shared mind space. Roran smiled without humor. "And we have a dragon of our own. Decide as you wish. But I, for one, am going to Uru'baen, and I'll face Galbatorix, even if I have to do it by myself." "Not by yourself," said Arya. "I know I speak for Queen Islanzadi when I say that our people will stand with you." "As will ours," rumbled Garzhvog. "And ours," affirmed Orik. "And ours," Eragon said in a tone that he hoped would discourage dissent. When, after a pause, the four of them turned toward Grimrr, the werecat sniffed and said, "Well, I suppose we'll be there too." He inspected his sharp nails. "Someone has to sneak past enemy lines, and it certainly won't be the dwarves bumbling around in their iron boots." Orik's eyebrows rose, but if he was offended, he hid it well."