[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman made her way up the path quite slowly, enjoying the hot, pleasant late afternoon air. Her hair was down, falling gently over the shoulders of the tunic she was wearing for practicality's sake, as she had been to Bree that day, to see Butturbur. The man seemed to find replying to letters difficult, and was apparently totally incapable of keeping meetings. So she had gone to him and, apparently flustered and embarrassed at having forgotten their arranged meeting a few days, he had offered excellent hospitality today, and had agreed to send on some select wines for a reduced price. Aman smiled to herself. No matter what people might say about the forgetful old fool, he could be a gent when he wanted to be.

She shifted her cloak from her right arm to her left. She had taken off the long sleeved top underneath, so her arms were bare under the short sleeved tunic, the sleeves of which reached to her elbow loosely, and it was just as well; although Cook had made her take her cloak when she set off this morning, the weather had been beautiful all day.

As she came up to the entrance of the Inn, she felt a shiver run up her body, despite the warm air, the same feeling of delight that she would experience when she came back to her Rohan home after being away for a long time. She had only been away for a day, but she felt she happy to be back. And it wasn't just the Inn itself that she would be glad to see again...