[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman's breath almost came out as a huge, audible sigh as Lis spoke, and she grinned in relief, offering a hand to the dwarf.

"Absolutely, I'll see to it directly. My name is Aman - I'm the Innkeeper of the Green Dragon."

After a brief pause, the dwarf took her hand and gingerly shook it, an unfamiliar gesture that all came to use in the Shire, no matter where they hailed from. She smiled back and replied with more warmth, "Thank you. I'm...I'm Lis." She smiled again nervously. "Although..although you already know that."

Aman smiled back, nodding her head politely as she took her leave towards the kitchen to ask Cook, inclining a head to Pio towards the bar in askance as to whether the elf could deal with a pint of ale. Hand moving safely, but slowly, away from her wrist, Pio smiled and stepped towards the bar to oblige.

As she went to the kitchen, Aman pondered on what she had just said, how she had just introduced herself. Not as she had when she was a child, not how she had when she travelled for a short time with Pio, not as a horse trainer of Rohan...

"My name is Aman - I'm the Innkeeper of the Green Dragon."
"I'm the Innkeeper of the Green Dragon."
The Innkeeper of the Green Dragon..."

How long would she be able to introduce herself like that now Pio was back?

There was no time for that now though, and Aman pushed such abstract, distracting thoughts from her mind as she smiled at Cook, who had missed the excitement and was starting lunch, and the rohirrim woman switched back to her role as Innkeeper, as ever. "Ah Cook. Would it be possible for a trencher of meat and gravy?"

The old hobbit beamed. "Absolutely, Aman. I was thinking of beef as the main body of lunch?"

"Excellent. It's just...well, we have a rather unusual visitor to the Inn. And I need to discuss party details with you - the time is rather upon us."

"An unusual visitor? In the Dragon? Dear me, add them to the list." Vinca chuckled, reaching up to where the meat had been thawing in the cupboard. She turned, indicating a hand towards the table and the carrots. "Well, come on then, missy, those vegibles won't be cutting themslves."

Aman smiled, taking up a knife and starting on the 'vegibles', and as she did so, the began to tell Cook of Lis and the commoton that had gone on...