The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman came to where Soronume sat, placing her hands flat on the bar and tilting her head slightly to one side as she smiled at him.

"Your singing voice is as beautiful as ever, Master Soronume," she said, grinning. "Welcome back to the Green Dragon Inn once more. Can I get you a drink or some supper?"

They had been acquainted before, for Soronume was no stranger to the Green Dragon, passing through the Inn once every few months on his mysterious travels. And indeed, from the look of his clothes, especially the tattered, worn coat he now had folded inconspicuously on his lap, those ventures were still continuing. Aman decided to make no comment on that quarter yet though - the fact Soronume had folded it away with such dignified haste meant he probably would be embarassed if she was to bring it up. Still, there was time - whether he was staying for simply a few hours, a few days, or even longer, the Innkeeper guessed his tale would come out before the end.