Aman arrived at the hobbit's elbow as she recognised the familiar business-like scanning of the room that meant she would be looking for a server or the Innkeeper, two empty mugs in each hand. "You alright, my dear?"
"Ah, yes, can I-?"
Aman motioned for her to wait a minute, wincing as a great crashing came from the other side of the room as the peculiar man proved himself even odder by plummeting off a chair. As she continued towards the bar, beckoning Chica with a spare finger to follow, Aman's concern left her as the hobbit stood quickly, looking around slightly sheepishly before straightening his clothes and hair in an exaggerated manner. Aman grinned - such flamboyancy.
"You look tired, miss...?"
The hobbit looked startled as if just waking up again, before pulling herself onto a bar stool to see over easily. "Oh - Chica. Chica Goodbody."
Aman nodded politely, asking if Chica wanted a room. Just before the hobbit answered, Ruby appeared by Aman's side. "Ah, Miz Aman - there's a hobbit here, waiting in the maids quarters. From Brandy Hall?"
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