[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman noticed Pio's non-too-discreet wink at Buttercup and would have glared, fighting down the blush, had she herself not then been introduced.

"Of course, you must recognise this Lady of the Mark, do you not?"

The immediate friendliness and warmth of Zimzi's responce surprised Aman, even in a land full of hobbits. "Of course . . . of course! This is your good friend . . . from the east! Amanaduial." The last word seemed almost musical, making Aman's name like a minature song.

Aman nodded and shook the woman's hand warmly, apparently surprising Zimzi as much as Aman had been surprised. "Yes...yes, that's right. Although no one has called me by my full name since..." she paused, trying to recall. It seemed she had been simply Aman for years, although she remembered Pio had only started calling her by the shortened version after some resistance and several months friendship. The Innkeeper snapped out of her reverie, focusing on Zimzi again. "Well, must be a fair few years anyway. How...?"

She paused, wondering if it was impolite to inquire how the woman knew her like that. Not sure whether to bring this up - she wouldn't like the make the woman uncomfortable as she inadvertently had done before - she changed the subject, looking down at the axe the woman held. Noticing something on the handle, she traced her forefinger lightly around the runes. "Goodness, what's this?"