Revenge

Angry and hurt at and by Eragon, and his family, Sloan swears justice, revenge, and vengeance.

He plots and plans for it, no matter the cost to everyone and anyone around him.

'Damned magic users. Make a mockery and fool out of me, eh?! You'll pay for this, Eragon, Roran. Mark my words. You'll pay for this.' Sloan thought bitterly.

His ears perked up, however, when he caught sound of some conversation, with Eragon's name being mentioned.

"Eragon left Alagaesia. Apparently he and Queen Arya had a long, and somewhat upsetting conversation before he left. Both were crying." A pair of elves were conversing, while Sloan was listening, but acting as if he was doing something else.

'So, the bastard of the village, has feelings for the filthy Elf Queen, eh? Interesting. I can and will admit, she's beautiful. Perhaps she can also be of use to me, for his pain.' Sloan mused to himself.

'How, though, will I be able to get her? I have no magic, or strength to overpower her, nor can I outsmart her, and then there's her dragon, as well, plus the other elves that will side with her.' The disugsting butcher thought to himself.