[Amanaduial the archer]

"What do you serve? Something hot please."

Aman nodded and relaxed. The woman seemed friendly. Aman shook her head; she had just been worried because of the very odd woman who had come in, but had now stormed out again, and the quiver the woman was wearing hardly did anything to soothe her fears. There were too many weapons which appeared to be bristling inside this Inn, but the mood, now Nannaliel had gone, was calm and merry again. A hot beverage....

"Hot chocolate, or coffee? Or maybe something stronger?"

When the cloaked figure, her face still obscured, answered, Aman could hear a gratefull smile in her voice. "Maybe...maybe something a little stronger?"

Aman nodded, and turned to where she had been heating some wine, for outside the weather had taken a turn for the worse. She frowned slightly- snow, at this time of year? Pouring out some of the thick, heated wine, she came around the bar to give it to the woman, who smiled and took it, although she still didnt lower her hood. Strange, but then, people have a right to privacy, she supposed.