He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she left and saw the curtain rustle with seemingly no one walking through.  He wondered after it for a moment then decided he would pursue it later.  "what kind of soup do you have?" He called toward the back, "I would be happy to make it for us since you are being nice enough to let me stay here."  He dug in his bag and pulled out a very small camera like device and sorted through pictures from his life finally coming to a section that contained scrolls in an auction house this scroll was not among them and he became excited.  These were pictures of the only ancient scrolls in existence for his time and this one was not one of them...if he purchased this scroll and was able to get back to the future he would be respected in his line of work once and for all.  Especially since this particular scroll had to do with one of his favorite Chinese legends that until now had no hard proof any more only stipulation and word of mouth.  He was almost giddy.