[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman saw the lonely figure sitting in the corner. She searched the room with her eyes to see where Anuion was, before seeing him holding an unconcious woman and looking a little panicky. She grinned, and walked over to the woman in the corner. She had a vaguely familiar look about her, although Aman was fairly sure she had never seen her before. Odd, the amount of times that had happened in the party- it was almost as if people had got different identities, hidden behind the one they wore at the party...

"Greetings." Aman nodded to the woman, leaning against the wall beside her, and handing her a glass of punch which a wickedly grinning hobbit had assured her was not spiked. Needless to say, she was drinking it very slowly. "Having a nice time?"