[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman served Ferethor with an ale, smiling lightly; she didn't take offence at his familiar address, as he had passed through the Inn on occasionaly visits more than once, and was always amiable, and whats more, always paid punctually and correctly. The man dropped the coins into her palm with a grin, not needing to ask the price (he had pretty much learnt the menu by now), before he settled back into one of the soft, battered armchairs by the fire, putting his feet up on the footrest. In such a way, he began to extol the virtues of the Green Dragon, drinking deeply. As the Inn had got busier, Aman didn't have time to dwell on the man, but departed back to the bar.

As she reached the bar, she noticed a young, slim woman already there, apparently waiting for the Innkeeper. The Rohirric Innkeeper didn't remember seeing her come in - she must have slipped in fairly quietly - but then, the Inn did get rather busier and rowdier as the afternoon wore on to evening. Looking at Reign, Aman remarked to herself that even in an Inn which seemed to attract such a range of people, she had very rarely seen anyone making such a concerted effort to be completely inconspicuous whilst obviously bursting with questions.

Coming to the side of the bar and slipping behind it, Aman smiled at the blonde, pale faced woman. "Good afternoon; I'm Aman the Innkeeper, can I help you?"