The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

[Amanaduial the archer]

The woman seemed to relax as Soronume and Lothaniel left for their own reasons, and to Amans relief, she lowered her veil, showing off her exotic face, silver shining from her nose and ear, her skin olive and face oval. Two deep amber, kohl rimmed eyes looked back at Aman and the Innkeeper smiled. To her relief, Benia smiled back.

"I was born in the land of the shifting sands, but now I am from nowhere." She carried on after a pause, seeming to be putting her trust in Aman. "I've only been to The Shire once before, in what I would call another lifetime. Someone here, a hobbit, rendered me a great kindness. I was hoping to find her. Do you know a hobbit called Gilly? Gilly Burrows was the maiden, but I imagine that name has long changed."

"Gilly...I can't say the name rings a bell-"

"My name was called?"

Benia spun around to see a cheerful, if a little nervous looking, hobbit standing behind her. Aman grinned. "Well, talk of the devil- a hobbit that appears when you speak its name, like a genie of the sands! Can I get you a drink, miss Gilly?"