[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami stood up and faced Aman. A grin of triumph played across her face. "Finally, I have you trapped. Now I know it only takes a good bowl of stew to stop you in your tracks, so I can finally talk to you."

"Have you had a chance to look upstairs in the attic again? I know the attic needs a great deal of work to turn it into something comfortable and decent. But I'm convinced it's the best way we have of relieving the crowding in the Inn. It's getting to the point where I almost hope our guests will decide to camp out in the woods, or push on through to Frogmorton."

When Aman smiled slightly and began to chuckle, Cami stamped her foot.

"You're laughing? This is serious. I have no chambers left tonight. If that new Dwarf that came in..... Now, what's his name? Oh, yes, Theoric. If that new Dwarf requests a bed, I will have to ask him to share a room with two of the younger male Elves who arrived this afternoon. And you can just imagine how well that will go! We'll be lucky to have a moment's peace."

"It will be too dark and dingy to go up there in the evening. But maybe tomorrow you could have another look and tell me what you think."

With that, there was an interruption, as ax excited Ruby ran over to where Cami was sitting. "Miz Cami, come now, please. And be quick. Those two gentlemen from Minas Tirith that you asked to bunk together have gotten into a little spat. They both want different rooms."

Cami rolled her eyes upwards, and made a face, glancing back pointedly at Aman. Then, she stood up and hurried out to the corridor to speak with the men. Even as she approached, she could hear the men's voices rising, as they griped at each other and argued about which of them should leave to find different accomodations.