Aman inclined her head, pretending not to notice the woman's barely subtle sniff of her flowers. Flowers, seeds and cuttings then were probably this woman's wares - my, suddenly everyone seems to feel the need to pay attention to the garden!
"My name is Aman - I am the Innkeeper here at the Green Dragon. You are...somewhat late for supper," she paused momentarily, casting a glance outside the window at the now dark skies, then looked back to Jinniver. "-but I can arrange something for you. And your horse will, of course, be stabled - I will go and mention it to Merimac now." She half turned, then paused, eyeing Jinniver herself. "And you, Miss Cornthrift - will you be staying the night?"
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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