The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman pushed Derufin playfully. "Like I said, a long night! Honestly young man, if you continue with that rude nature, I will be forced to put you out of a job!" She wagged a finger at him mock-seriously. Derufin raised an eyebrow, grinning, and walked in, followed by Vanwe, who smiled bashfully at Aman as she scurried past.

Aman stood for a moment more on the step, letting the sun warm her face. As she surveyed the yard, she saw a figure standing near the stables. Silvanis, and rather shifty he looked as well. Aman wondered about it, and about the way Vanwe had seemed to uncomfortable about it, but for now she put it out of her mind as what Derufin had said came back to her. Something in it was nagging at her...

‘Thought you might have been hitting the ale early, m’lady. You called this place an inn in Bree. Too fond of the Prancing Pony, I think!’

She clicked her fingers together sharply. That was it! Barliman Butterbur had said he would come later on, with a few barrels of wine to discuss, for the naming ceremony. Now what time had he said he would come? Aman was sure she had written it down somewhere...with that, Aman turned back into the Green Dragon to begin another busy day.