The Green Dragon Inn - Part 8

[Amanaduial the archer]

After signing in two new people into the guest book, serving drinks to a rowdy rabble of hobbits and popping in to check up on how the meal was getting along, Aman was feeling rushed off her feet and still hadn't been out to see the horses. But there were no new customers right now, Buttercup was making the rounds....looking around furtively, Aman sidled out from behind the bar and began to make her way casually towards the door, with all appearance of busily checking everything was alright with the customers seated at the tables...

"Excuse me, are you the Innkeeper here?"

A sweet voice told Aman her charade has maybe not been convincing enough. Turning guiltily, Aman viewed the owner of the voice: an elf, as she had guessed by the slightly musical edge of the voice, although whether of Lorien or Eryn Lasgalen was confused by her pale blonde, braided hair accompanied with brown eyes.

The elf smiled nervously and Aman nodded politely. "I am indeed - my name is Aman. Can I help you?" A sudden idea struck the rohirric Innkeeper and she beamed even more widely inside. "...and have you a horse that needs seeing to?