[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman stared at Cami for a moment, then burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. The other two looked at her, mystified.

"Oh, its just the way you threw yourself over it, Cami, and..." She waved a hand at them. "Oh, ignore me. Light depravation maybe." She ducked back under the bar, handing Cami and Vanwe a tumbler each of the delightfully fizzy apple juice which she had found stored in the chilly larder. Cami reluctantly detached herself from the pile, but still sat between it and Aman. Aman shook her head, twirling a small stirring stick in the apple juice, smiling.

"Cami, I wasn't intending to throw it all away. When I first saw the attic, I did think there was bound to be some half valuable things in there- why do you think I was looking so closely. But these," she gestured with the stick at the sorry looking pile. "Do you think they will have any takers?"

Cami nodded, but less fiercely than before, still protective, but a new light in her eyes as she realised Aman didn't intend to throw it all away. She shifted slightly away from the pile and began to finger the boa gently, stroking it lovingly. Some things about hobbits, Aman thought, I will never understand. "I promise you Aman, none of this will go without a home."

Aman sipped the drink thoughtfully and absent-mindedly wiped a smear of dust from her cheek. "I think there are some real treasures up there-" She said slowly, before being cut off by Cami.

"Mathoms," the hobbit declared indignantly. "are treasures in their own right."

Aman regarded her for a short moment, then nodded. "Aye, have your mathoms then. 'Twill make some extra money for the Inn, and we will need that I wager for Pio's party. Could you find Buttercup and Ruby, Cami?" The hobbit nodded and cheerfully scurried off. "And we," Aman turned to Vanwe. "have some serious sorting to do."