The innkeeper continued to bustle, and soon the scent of tea rose from the table. Madame Shu excused herself to go and check on Feng, leaving Jiao to arrange for food, drink and rooms for the night.<br/><br/>Near the fire, the young woman continued to play. One of the more martial individuals rose and walked over to her, gave a visible start and returned to his table. As her head turned to follow his movement everyone could see the milky white glaze of her blind eyes. A small smile flitted across her lips and was gone again, and her music took on a darker tone, echoing the storm that howled outside.<br/><br/>A peel of thunder had the most nervous of the three men half start from his seat, to a muted laugh from another. The young man looked as though he might take offense, before sitting down again.<br/><br/><<If anyone wishes to arrange anything, the innkeeper or one of the maids will be nearby>>