The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman frowned after Vanwe. The elf was hiding something, of that she was almost certain, but she could think of no way of getting out of her what it was. She had tried to be frank, and that had certainly worked in its way- that slip, that small moment when Vanwe had let her mask fall, startled, had proved Aman's fears that Vanwe was indeed involved in something.

"Business, hmm?" She muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes and watching Silvanis suspiciously. Her attention was jolted however, by a small, polite sound of someone clearing their throat. Aman snapped back from her musings, and smiled at the young woman, straightening up from where she had been leaning on the bar.

"I beg your pardon, I was miles away," Aman smiled. "Can I get you anything?"

"Any type of food you have." The young woman replied, smiling nervously.

"Well, Cook will be serving up dinner in a short while- she generally serves it in about an hour and a half, or two hours, from now. I can get you something small though- sandwiches?"

"Yes, please." The woman replied