[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman heard a muffled thump behind her, then a slow groan. Beren was up then. Turning, a cup of coffee, prepared in anticipation of this, in her hands to face the man who stood, rubbing his head, on the stairs.

Approaching, she held out the coffee, and he took it gratefully. "Good mornng, Beren," She said softly, so as not to hurt his head. The gardener murmured something in return as he sipped his coffee, sitting on a stool at the bar to drink it. Aman couldn't help but grin slightly as she turned away to take tje order of the next customer who had come to the bar the order breakfast - seems none of the men who stayed long term in the Green Dragon were able to get by completely without a hangover.