[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman was down early in the morning, and saw that it had indeed snowed heavily the previous night, but the sun was now shining, not strongly enough to melt the snow, but enough to make it glint off it like there were ten thousand jewels embedded in the earth all around the Inn. She descended to the main bar before the Inn's customers, which meant rising early. This was certainly one of the things Pio had not warned her about; the half-elf knew just as well as Aman herself that the woman was awful at rising early. Stifling a yawn, she entered the bar, flung open the doors to air the main room, for it was warm enough, despite having a slight chill which did not in any case pervade the Inn's cosy main room, and got down to the morning's business.

Not long afterwards, Aman heard the sound of more footsteps on the stairs, slowly and light footed.

"Morning Morwyn." Aman guessed who it was before she saw the elf, then turned to see an anxious and tired looking Morywn entering the room. The elf didnt seem to notice, she looked that tired, almost falling down into a seat and resting her cheek against her hand as she leant on the table, and started to brew some strong coffee. A few moments later she approached the other, passing her a large mug of the strong, dark and overall, caffeine-filled liquid.

"You look like you could use this."

Morwyn smiled and touched the bags under her eyes as she took the coffee, sipping it then adding a little more sugar. "I must look as bad as I feel. Thanks for taking care of that mess, has Nahai been down?"

"She hasn't been here yet." Aman answered, shaking her head, releasing a sigh from Morwyn, then a sigh. Before she knew it, Aman was yawning as well, before Morwyn broke off, laughing, despite her anviety. Aman smiled back sheepishly. "I'm not really a morning person. And all that business las night...well, it doesnt really make easy dreams for the night."

Morwyn nodded, indicating her own tired eyes. "Oh, tell me about it." She took another grateful sip at her coffee.

"Goooood morning!"

The cheery voice shook the mornings quiet hush, making Aman look around like a scalded cat. Morwyn winced at the cheeriness, before also turning. Aman smiled when she saw who it was though- the omni-cheerful Hapman. He had spoken with many of the Inn's customers throughout the night, and was a cheerful and likeable character, but his way of being so interested and happy towards everyone had meant he had left it until too late to leave, so he had stayed the night in the Inn.

She inclined her head to him. "Good morning, Hapman. Good night's sleep?"