[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman prepared the drinks as she looked over the bar at Bredan, unsure of how the man would act, but her expression was all business. After all, the last time she had seen him, he had looked quite prepared to murder Snaveling simply for being near Aman. Death on suspicion of courting...

She nodded to Uien, smiling at her under her eyelashes as she pulled out a pint. The fair elf had been waylaid by an ancient hobbit who, by the painstaking care with which the hobbit's lips were moving and the eternally patient look on Uien's face, would keep her there for a fair few minutes. It would be wonderful to talk to her again! But first, to Bredan.

"Master Bredan," she said politely, pushing the pint across the bar to the man. "How may I help you? I fear last time we were acquainted you were a little..." she sought for the right word, before finally settling upon "upset. Can I ask whether you are less agitated now, and if you slept well?"