The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Amanaduial the archer]

Inside her study, near the bar, Aman visibly jumped at the sound of the brash voice through the half open door, turning guiltily. Taking a deep breath and steadying herself like a guilty child. Half running to the door, Aman called through the door curtly. "One moment please, sir!"

Not waiting for the elf's response - he had sort of started about, looking for the whereabouts of the Innkeeper's mysteriously disembodied voice - she ran back over to her desk, fist tightly locked over the item in her hand. Pulling open the top drawer of her dark, oak desk, she uncurled her fingers, and the item in her palm dropped down from them, entwined on her forefinger and middle finger. As it twisted down from her fingers, swaying from her fingers, the light from her wide, study window caught the silver and the object glinted suddenly in the sun. Aman smiled, the silver gleaming in her green eyes, then came to at the sudden sound of laughter from the Common Room. Carefully depositing the object in the drawer, she closed it and proceeded back into the Common Room.

Smoothing her newly donned dress, she crossed to the bar behind the newcomer, an elf, new to the Inn. "Good day, sir - what can I get you?"

The elf looked slightly startled to see that the Innkeeper was female, and Aman smiled as she ducked under the bar and waited.