[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman came out of the kitchen grinning, searching the room for Lira, the smile which Beren had made temporarily fade back with a vengeance. But the room seemed to have suddenly gone dark, the light seeming to have been absorbed into the complete darkness of the silhouette at the door.

The silhouette, after pausing for a dramatic moment, strode slowly in. Little hobbits around the room followed him, their eyes saucer-wide as he menacingly walked towards the bar. As he came towards her, Aman raised hand...and waves.

"Hi Grralph," she said unconcernedly. The dark individual inclined a head stiffly in her direction and proceeded to tack something to the common board. She glanced at it for a second, and nodded - she had already checked out the board. It might do others well to have an idea of what was going on though, and to have their say, whatever it might be.

With another stiff nodd, Grralph left the Inn - Aman didn't offer him a drink, knowing he wouldn't take one - and the light seemed to return, and with it the light atmosphere. The only one who didn't seem to have noticed it was Vanwe, who was still laughing delightedly. Aman sent an alarmed look at Derufin, then proceeded up the stairs to tell Lira the news that she could stay for as long as she liked, well, two weeks at least anyway, and that there were indeed a few jobs that needed doing.

As she came to Lira's room, Aman knocked softly on the door a few times, but didn't recieve a reply. Trying the door handle gently, she saw it was locked, and still there was no movement from within - Lira must be asleep. So, with a shrug, and the knowledge that she could tell her tomorrow, Aman went back down the stairs. If Derufin hadn't, Aman intended to remove the wine, or water it down. By force it necessary...