[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman saw Hapman sit down and smiled over at him. His face transformed into a mask of surprise, and froze. Then he seemed to attempt a smile and...a little wave?!

Aman's smiled turned to a grin and she went over to talk to the jester, when she heard the sound of raised voices near the door. She listened to the story the young man had told, and thought it lovely. Perhaps if it was written down...she started to move around the bar to talk to this man, to tell him she had liked it, when another voice spoke.

"You stupid, that's not true."

"It is to."

There was a flurry of action and, to Aman's horror, swords. She didnt waste a second. Pulling something out from under the bar, the threw it forward with such force that it spun through the air, before burying itself in the opposite wall. The action stopped immediately, and the man names Juire looked up to see a sword buried in the wood less than half a foot above his head.

"I will have none of that in here!" Amans voice quivered with indignation, hands on hips, like a schoolteacher addressing an unruly class. One hand however, was now reaching under the bar, and the old time customers shuffled back slightly from the bar- they knew of the existence of the thick, mahogany club Pio had kept underneath and which had stayed there.

"Get out and sort yourselves out! This instance! When you're quite ready to be decent hum-" she checked herself but carried on smoothly. "Decent people, you can come back in. Leave your weapons outside and if you arent prepared to shape up- dont you dare touch that sword or you will never draw one again!" The man who had reached for his sword hurriedly withdrew it in the face of the angry Innkeeper.

"Out! Any wounded, bring them here. Otherwise, get out!"

The abashed men shuffled out, muttering among themselves, but not too loudly. One or two looked like they might say sonething, before their eyes fell on the club Aman was now cradling in her arms. They took their wounded with them, incidentally, and Aman was glad of this- she wasnt sure she could deal with them without once more losing her temper. She took a deep breath, and counted to ten with her eyes closed. She opened them slowly and let out her breath again. She smoothed over her hair with a hand, making sure the bun was still neat, replaced the club and turned back to Hapman.

"Yes, Hapman?" She inquired politely to the stunned man.