[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman was having a whirl of a time at the party, after a little trouble with the uruk at the door. He had insisted on having her weapons- all of them. Aman had relinquished the pair of golden sais which she held strapped to her wrist- hey, they didnt go with her outfit anyway- and had once more tried to go through. When it beeped again, she had blamed it innocently on her necklace. The uruk hadnt seemed to notice the fact that it wouldnt actually have gone off in this instance, so Aman, and her dirk, safely strapped to her thigh as it was, were free to go through.

Now the elf had wandered away from Anuion for a while, and was skirting the edges of the party, observing the many downers. The party wasnt too out of hand yet, but then the wargs hadnt gained entrance....yet...

Her thoughts were distracted as she looked up to the sound of a voice nearby.

"People don't respect me because of you, in fact when most people mention or here about the name Mattius they think of a STUPID DANCING YELLOW CHICKEN!!!"

She smiled slightly. Ah, so Mattius and the chicken werent completely in accord....