Aldeil returned home from a long day at work. He had resigned today. He would no longer work as a miner. Now he had to decide what he wanted to do. He thought of maybe opening up a shop and selling weapons. But so many other dwarves had done the same when the battle of the burning planes was over. So if he opened a shop, it would seem very superfluous. So he decided he would leave Farthen Dûr. At least for a little while. He would go to the elves perhaps, or somewhere. He wanted to further his knowledge of magic, and how to use it. He also wanted to train under the elves, in the art of swordplay.

Aldeil began to pack up his things, and as he did so, he realized how many memories were here in Farthen Dûr. For the most part he grew up here. His mother was buried here, as well as his father. Aldeil was about to embark on an adventure that would marvel a dwarf that would live for a thousand years, but he did not know it. One last thing stopped Aldeil as he was packing to leave. Pole-axe or Scythe? He did not have room for both. In the end he chose on Pole-axe.

On his way out he passed dwarves trying to piece back the giant gem that Saphira had broken we she and Arya tried to save Eragon. He could not wait until he could look up and see it in one piece once again. Aldeil stopped only once more as he left Farthen Dûr. When he did, it was to glance back at a place; he could only hope to see again.