[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami hid the look of amusement on her face as she watched Esmerelda scoop up her sister and unceremoniously haul her out of the Inn. All that just to get a tub of dishes washed! Cami tried not to giggle too loudly or too long, but it was difficult to resist.

Right now, laughing was not the easiest or wisest thing for her to do. The healer had warned her sternly about that. She tried to hold her sides, but to no avail. The wracking pain came on suddenly, as she berated herself for being careless. Still, things were improved from a day or two ago when she'd had to content herself with sitting by the fire and twiddling her thumbs.

At least she could take orders now, even if she couldn't yet carry trays or platters to the tables. And there was certainly nothing wrong with her eyes or ears. She saw the tall fellow standing in the doorway who went down and sat near the hearth fire. His cloak hid his body and face so well that it was impossible to say if he was Man or Elf.

So many mysterious strangers passing through the Inn. She stood up and approached him at the table, "How can I help you? Cami Goodchild at your service, assistant Innkeeper. Would you care for a bite to eat or drink?"

She hesitated a minute and then went on, "If you're heading towards Rohan, then I warrant you're from west of here. Perhaps from Tower Hills or somewhere in Lindon?" She wondered if he would reply.