[Amanaduial the archer]

"From what I've seen, seems adventure is much less desirable than it is cracked up to be," Aman said matter-of-factly as she passed the table where Tom was sitting with two women, sweeping a few dirty tankards off the table and giving the table a quick wipe as she did so. Looking around at them, she gave the two women a smart smile. "Alright, ladies? Can I get you anything?"

The pair regarded her as if lost for words, and Aman took careful note of one especially - a young woman, maybe of about Aman's age, but so weary looking that she could be five times that, a sad and troubled expression on her face as she nibbled at her nails, avoiding Aman's eyes. The Innkeeper made a mental note to keep an eye of this beggarly wander - not for any reason stemming from prejudice, but because when one seemed so depressed, you could rarely be careful enough. Still, Tom had proved himself to be a cheering enough prescence as yet - Uien had come away beaming from ear to ear a few moments ago, and had laughed when Aman asked her why, shaking her head and saying that the little fellow had actually given her a hug. In a world of Big People tainted by their history, a history they were still trying to mend, and so many wrestling with private demons, such sweetness in anyone out of childhood made the Shire a pleasant, sweet surprise.

The door swung shut, a cold blast of night air rushing in with it and Aman looked up to see a newcomer. But although this woman, like most who came into the Green Dragon, was a stranger to Aman, the Rohirrim Innkeeper knew well enough straight away this woman's profession. Excusing herself from Tom and his two companions, she crossed the room to the young woman and smiled politely.

"Good evening, miss - come, have a seat." She ushered the unresisting young woman to a table by one of the windows, outside which night was falling fast, but did not offer to take her cloak. The woman, she guessed immediately from her appearance, was some sort of peddlar, and there were two main rules when it came to such people: firstly, don't try to take their cloaks - much was often stored inside them; secondly, always be polite. It was the same rule Aman applied to everyone, but merchants of any type were a special case - for when you're buying from someone, it is always best to get on their good side.

"Can I get you anything, Miss....?" She left the end of the inquiry open, in the hope the woman would fill it with her name, but didn't press.