[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman, curious and a little irritated by the sudden rush out, decided to follow.

Although quite a number had gone outside, many were drifting back in now, and most were unconcernedly continuing, as the music continued - two of the group had vanished, but Aman was fairly sure most of the partygoers hadn't really noticed, and the little jig Willow was playing was most agreeable, lively and cheerful. Aman was able to slip ot quite easily.

"Excuse me...excuse me..." Aman slipped to the front of the crowd deftly until she was in front of Eleniel. "Excuse me, ma'am, may I ask what is the matt-" her eyes fell on the dog and she gasped a little. "Good grief..."

"We have help," the woman replied steadily, her voice only shaking a little as she couldn't resist a glance in the direction of the dog's bloody bulk.

"You are sure?" A nod answered the Innkeeper and she pursed her lips, then murmured regretfully, "I would let you into the Inn to tend to him, but there are certain standards..."

"I understand, Aman. The stables..."

"Absolutely," the Innkeeper agreed quickly, glad this girl was using her head even though it was obviously her dog and had shaken her quite badly. "There are a few spare stalls near the front. I ask only that you do not go too far down - the horses are easily panicked, and that the main bulk of people could stay outside. Oh and...did you see who did this?"