[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman watched as the little pony and cart rattled away down the path with it's sleepy hobbit burden, and smiled; she didn't think Asphodel knew who had saved her from the fire, but no matter, the little hobbit apparently wasn't harmed. The Inn was always glad to recieve such folk.

Although she had been listening with one ear and subconciously taking in what Regin was saying, it was his last sentence that startled her and she looked back at him, half smiling. "Bubble brain?" she grinned. Apparently someone else felt the same way, as a sudden erruption of laughter made Aman, Fredgar and Regin turn to see Buttercup melting in laughter, one arm around her stomach, the other unsteadily holding a pitcher of cider as tears rolled down her eyes. Regin looked mildly concerned, but the hobbit waitress unsteadily wiped away her tears with a shaking hand and handed him a full glass of fine cider. "Thanks for the laugh, Master Dwarf,’ she chuckled as he took it. ‘though if you asked me, I’d like to see her packing the rocks . . . and not the pony.’

She errupted into a new fit of giggles and wandered off, murmuring 'bubble brain!' to herself and shaking her head merrily. Aman watched her go, smiling, then turned back to Regin and Fredgar; the down to earth dwarf looked quite worried about Buttercup's state. "Is she...?"

"Quite alright, Mister Hardhammer, quite alright," Aman replied dryly, then looked slightly worried. "Master dwarf, I am...I am not one for hard labour as a punishment. But..." she looked slightly troubled, then seemed to make up her mind. "Aye, fair enough - there will be others than Hawthorne working on the Inn, and some less to blame than she - even though I quite believe that she is innocent, Mister Hardhammer," she added, raising her voice a tad at the beginning as he opened his mouth to protest.

Looking back at the Inn, Aman sighed, crossing her arms again and nodded. "And as there will be so much work to do...aye, I reckon that's a fair punishment." Excusing herself silently from the dwarf and the Shirrif, Aman climbed onto one of the upright tables nearby which had been salvaged from the Inn and clapped her hands, speaking to all around her.

"Folk of the Shire, travellers, customers and passers-by," she started grandly, addressing all. "I cannot thank you enough for your help in this situation-!" She paused as someone cheered wearily and clapping ensued for a few moments, before continuing. "However-" there was a groan. Howevers rarely boded well, no matter which land you came from. Aman grinned then continued. "However, the work is not yet finished. This dwarf, Mister Regin Hardhammer, has informed me that the foundations of the Inn are maybe not quite a well put as they could be, and...well, you can all see the state of the rest of the Inn." There was a murmur of agreement, then curious silence once more. The Innkeeper raised her voice slightly so as to be more dramatic - a little drama never went amiss at times like this.

"So I must as you all - who here will help us to rebuild the Green Dragon Inn?"