[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman opened the door of the Green Dragon, nudging the doorstop under it with a foot. She had not locked it last night- people had been coming in all night, seeking shelter from the rain, which had started late last night and carried on until the early morning, and many of them had decided to stay the night. Aman rubbed her tired eyes with a hand and stepped outside, hugging herself against the breeze, and was glad to see that the tempestuous weather of the night had left with the moon, leaving a bright, if breezy day. But some of the angry, dark clouds looked to be only biding their time- Aman hoped it wouldnt rain again before nightfall.

She yawned and, hearing the sound of feet coming from the stables, she turned and smiled at the familiar face of Derufin coming from the stables.

"Good morning, Derufin. Sleep well?"

The man smiled slightly ruefully at her. "Better than you, I'll wager, Aman. Long night."

The Innkeeper waved this away with one hand, then focused on the figure coming from the stables. An elf, squinting against the sun, was following Derufin, nervously straightening her skirts, and took half a moment to recognise her.

"Vanwe? I thought you already left?" She inquired. Derufin smiled enigmatically, and Aman raised an eyebrow at him. "But I'm guessing a certain stablemaster could tell me different?"

Derufin's smile broadened. "Aye, Aman, I offered Vanwe work- you know, what with that stable boy being off and all, and well, I could do with a bit of help." He winked at her. "You don't mind?"

"Would I turn down the offer of having another pair of hands in this Inn? My my, two elves in as many days, both offering to help at an Inn in Bree, of all places." She laughed, then cocked her head towards the Inn door. "You will come in for some breakfast?"