The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman greeted the young elf, Cet, with surprise and delight. It had been a year or more since she had seen Elentari last, no time really for the elf, but a long period it seemed to Aman. Afterwards, Cet wandered towards the bar. A minute later, when Aman looked back, she saw Cet sitting, wide eyed, beside a hobbit girl and smiled to herself, despite her irritation. A fight, of that nature and that depth, in her Inn. Why, it was practically a tavern brawl, they way they had fought over nothing. Well, Aman knew exactly how she would deal with any more occurences of the like, and it wouldnt just be a sword above the head.

Placing a foot against the wall, she yanked the sword out of the woodwork where it had been quivering, and carefully lowered it. She noticed the odd looks she was recieving and smiled good-naturedly back. Nahai made a comment about it being a good shot and Aman curtsied, the picture of a lady, bar the two or three feet of finely carved steel in her hand. But all the denizens of the Inn knew what Aman would do to defend the place and its reputation- that had been a warning.