[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman watched Zimzi talking to Derufin, and raised an eyebrow at the back of Pio's head. As she watched, the elf turned to Mithadan, who had approached her from behind, and laughed with her husband. Seems Aman wasn't the only one who had caught Pio's business. The Innkeeper's eyes turned back to Zimzi and Derufin, where their halting conversation was starting to relax, even if neither of them seemed to be paying particular attention to the words, and she smiled - and to think she had always thought it would be Uien who got the last word with Derufin...

Aman turned her attention back the the axe in her hands, her slim fingers once more moving absent-mindedly over the words she couldn't fully read. But here was something interesting...she peered more closely at the last word on the inscription, her mind working on what little she knew about Dwarven runes. But this word...she had seen this word before, and something about it seemed familiar...then she realised, and with the realisation, she managed the word before the last one as well.

Your father, Balin.

The Innkeeper looked up sharply, then glanced at Zimzi. Well, to be sure, she certainly wasn't a dwarf. So where on Arda could she have come across such an item?

Bemused, the woman of rohan stood, the axe held with both hands, her fingers seeming to slip to where the hands would fit. She marvelled at this - she had only held an axe two or three times before, yet this axe...it seemed made to fit. A fine weapon, to be sure - a fine gift. Holding it carefully, Aman began to thread across the room to Pio, to ask her whether she knew where it had come from. After all, the added to herself with a smiled, she wouldn't want to disturb Derufin and Zimzi...