The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman eyed the newcomer with discreet curiosity. The veil was surprising, Aman hadn't seen one of them in years. A group of men and women had come to Rohan, the women's faces veiled so, but they had been driven away by the Rohirrim, as if they had done something terrible. Something about Sauron...She tried to remember where they had been from, when the woman gave her a clue. The tattooed palm- Aman had heard about these people. The nomads of the deserts beyond Harad.

The woman came over, but it was impossible to see her expression behind the veil.

"Pardon me, lady, I am sorry to interrupt you and your friends, but I have travelled far and am in dire need of refreshment. Might I trouble you for a pint?"

Aman smiled and nodded, and sensed the woman was doing the same behind the mysterious veil. "Of course. Ale?"

The woman nodded again.

"Where is it you are from?" Although Aman had a good idea of the answer, she couldnt resist asking.