This man was a unnamed spellweaver who served as a member of the Imperial Army's Aroughs faction, where he apparently served Lord Halstead as his own sorcerer, despite the fact that he seemed fairly incompetent, during the Varden's Siege on the city, where he was often seen by the Varden atop the walls, muttering into his beard and trying to strike them down with his spells, although he didn't appear have much luck, save for two of the men Captain Brigman had on a battering ram, whom he managed to set on fire. He later accompanied his master's son, Tharos the Swift on his patrol, where they met Roran Stronghammer, the cousin of Eragon Shadeslayer and new commander of the Varden forces stationed outside the city walls. During this confrontation, he was fooled by the Varden's magician, Carn, who's magic was causing the air to shimmer and had caused the magician to believe their was some sort of illusion cloaking the area and expend all his energy trying to break the illusion he thought Carn had created—to pierce the veil of shimmering air so he could see what lay behind—but there was nothing to break, nothing to pierce, so he expended so much of his strength in vain that when the patrol left he looked as if he was about to faint. This man later confronted Carn after the rebels broke into Aroughs, spreading his arms above his head, a nimbus of black lighting crackling around each of his hands. Walking in exact mirroring of Carn's steps until they were twenty feet apart, whereupon they both stopped and appeared to talk to each other before both of the spellcasters went rigid, as if someone had jabbed them with poniards as a invisible battle between minds commenced. Despite the Varden's attempt to shot him, the man remained focused on his rival. As Roran and his forces made their way up the right-hand edge of the square and when't almost level with the fountain, Roran saw the enemy magician look toward him. It was the merest flicker of a glance, sidelong and fleeting, but the distraction, whether intended or not, seemed to have an immediate effect on his duel with Carn. As the hook-nosed man returned his gaze to Carn, the snarl upon his face deepened into a painful rictus, and veins began to bulge on his knotted brow and on his corded neck, and his whole head flushed a dark, angry red, as if it were so swollen with blood that it might burst asunder. Suddenly, the man can a despairing cry before shouting something in the ancient language that Roran could not understand. A fraction of a second later, Carn shouted something as well and, for a moment, their two voices overlapped with such a dire mixture of terror, desolation, hate, and fury that it became clear that the duel had somehow gone horribly wrong. Using a unknown spell, the magician enveloped Carn in a white, dome-like shell flashed outward from where he had been standing and expanded across the square in less time, killing the Varden sorcerer. However, before the spell could take complete effect, Carn cast his own spell, which drew every ounce of liquid from him, which combined with the explosion robbed the wizard of not only his outer clothes but also his life, leaving him standing as his flesh, then bones crumbled to dust.
Appearance[]
The man is described by many as mean, sallow-looking, hook-nosed man robed in tradition sorcerer robes and bare, emaciated arms and a similarly emaciated, bearded face.