The Green Dragon Inn - Part 6

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman did a quick calculation and replied to Sarn's question, at which the man looked rather relieved, before taking his leave with a nod and a smile as he stepped out into the 'bracing' day outside.

Well, at least the rain has abated a bit, the Innkeeper mused, craning to look outside. The rain had slowed somewhat from the heavy, tumultous dowpour it had been before, but not so much that it mizzled miserably, instead coming down in a steady, clean shower that expressed the very meaning of 'I can go on like this all day'.

Aman winced as she heard Ruby promising that the pint of ale she had served up to the secretive looking Gondorian - and she was by this time sure he was of Ithilien - in the corner would 'warm him down to the hairs on his toes', then saw uby almost visibly wince as well before politely but hastily taking her leave, leaving a bemused customer behind her. What was it he had said his name was? She had quite missed it...catching his eye accidentally, Aman met the young man's gaze with a small smile and a nod, and was replied, after a second, by a similar nod and the mere ghost of a smile. That'll do for me...

Seeing another customer near the Gondorian's table trying to catch Ruby's attention, she moved over towards him herself, coming up from the direction his eyes were not.

"Beautiful little trinket you've got there," she murmured to him close by. He turned, a look of what might become outrage on his face, before he saw the hint of a knowing smile on Aman's face as she winked at him.

"Ah, yes, it's..." he paused for a moment, twisting the ring in his fingers so it caught both the warm, deep light of the fire and the clear, steady light from outside. Like catching two sides of a personality...the man seemed to catch himself as Aman's mind inadvertently produced this thought, slipping the ring on his finger and smiling up at the young Rohirrim innkeeper. "Just some milk, and some bread, please."

Aman nodded politely, departing to the kitchen to deal with this simple order, and coming back swiftly to Derakis, who, she guessed, was also of Gondor. What was it, first an influx of elves, then a torrent of Gondorians. She smiled as she placed the bread and milk on the table, both at the customer and the thought - a torrent to match the rain. Wiping her hands lightly on the white apron which hung over the skirt of her dark blue dress, she straightened from the table, nodding politely to Derakis before moving away. But as she did so, she couldn't help looking at the intriguingly mysterious fireside Gondorian...