The Green Dragon Inn - Part 5

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Beren. His name is Beren," Aman answered for Derufin. The stablemaster looked up, smirked, earned himself a rather venemous glare, and returned to his muffin. Aman looked back at Cook. "Why, what is-"

"You haven't had breakfast, have you?" Cook cut in accusingly, as any mother would. Aman was about to deny all charges instinctively, but, realising breakfast would mean the muffins, shook he head quickly and selected a muffin of her own, eyeing the small blackberry which had burst on top and was oozing temptingly out, before continuing.

"What do you need him for?"

Derufin barely stifled a snigger, allowing half a snigger to work it's way around the muffin. Cook looked disapprovingly at him. "Derufin, don't try to speak with your mouth full," she reprimanded him sharply, but she too was barely concealing a grin, and Aman could work out what was going through her mind. Aman's ears began to redden, and she hastily diverted her attention to the muffin.

Cook explained the situation to Aman quickly, before finishing off with a twinkle in her eye. "...and we thought that Beren chap would be perfect. I'm sure you wouldn't mind having him around the Inn, would you now, Aman?"

Aman glared at Derufin before he even had a chance to snigger, and spoke over his grin, which was saying volumes on its own. "I'll go and fetch him," she said quickly, before hastening out towards the stand-in barkeeper.