[Amanaduial the archer]

"You would be the new Innkeeper?"

Aman smiled and nodded. "Indeed I am. You knew the Lady Pio, perchance? My name is Aman. May I ask yours?"

The man hesitated, regarding Aman for a moment, and she shrugged. "Alright, alright. You have no horse, you say. But what of a room? Surely you will not be able to travel again tonight?" Not in your state, certainly, she thought, but didn't add it.

The man rubbed some sleep from eyes as green as Aman's own and stifled a yawn. "I shall find somewhere I daresay." With a sad smile and a stiff nod, he started towards the door, but Aman cleared her throat and made a small 'emmm' noise, and he stopped. The Innkeeper knew she shouldn't do this- this character did not look trustworthy, and he hadn't given a name, but she wouldn't let him simply fade away into the night, where anything could happen- despite the sword that hung at his side still (he hadn't observed the no weapons policy, obviously), and his ranger-like appearance, the man did not look in any fit state to be fighting anyone that night. She made up her mind. "I am sure if you stayed a while tomorrow, myself or the stablemaster would be able to find something for you to do to earn a room and a meal. What do you say?"

The man looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected kindness, especially after telling Aman he couldn't really pay. Aman smiled, beckoning with her head for him to follow her to the bar, where she took out the log book and the pen hanging off it by a thin red ribbon, and opened it at the last entry. As she did so, her eyes caught sight of a key hanging behind the bar- the stable key. Hadn't Vanwe locked up then. Aman sighed- she certainly had been distracted recently. Taking the key and turning back to the man, she gestured towards the book quickly, but her voice was still calm and kind as she spoke. "Come now, make up your mind. I have to see to the stables tonight, it seems, and the night grows ever later."