[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman wrinkled her nose, grinning at the hobbit as he chuckled somewhat nervously. A curious little fellow indeed… The hobbit appeared to be somewhat ill at ease, shifting backwards and forwards on his toes, twiddling his thumbs and fiddling anxiously with his hair, but he didn’t seem at all objectionable. Indeed, the Innkeeper was immediately intrigued by the newcomer – he was a hobbit, yet appeared tired, as if having travelled from afar, which is unusual to say the least for any of the Little Folk. The hobbit smiled bashfully then looked away, his eyes darting around the Common Room – goodness, he was a rather jumpy little fellow. Aman found herself smiling again before answering.

“A room? Of course, sir…” the woman rummaged about a little before producing the Green Dragon log book. Fishing a pen out of an apron pocket, she slid both items across the table towards the hobbit. “If you could put your name here and sign here, please? And may I ask how many nights you wish to stay for Mr…” Aman left the end of the sentence open for the hobbit to easily enter his name.