She closed the door quickly after all of the children were inside the inn as well as the man they clung to. His features were rather familiar and handsome as well, but she just couldn't put her finger on where she had seen him. Then he spoke. The voice sent memories races through her brain. Memory's of not too long ago but long enough that she forgot who he was at first glance. Everything was coming back to her and she found herself nodding a little.<br/><br/>A noise from the back startled her and saw her mother emerge from the back with a large pot of which steam was coming out of. "The soup is done." Her mother exclaimed as she placed the pot on a counter next to a few bowls and silver ware. She nodded to her mother then looked back at the man. "Yes it's quite all right that you conduct your trading here." She waved her had to a fairly large section at the corner of the bar as well as next to the door. "There is a good place, might I interest you in some soup, on the house." she said with a smile while giving him another once over.