Jiao Jie barely reacted to the exchange of names and greetings, instead staring at the woman as she entered the circle of light. "Ghosts", she whispered. "The peddler said there were ghosts." A swift glance trekked over the Inn room, searching for the usual bronze or stone mirrors often placed to ward off malevolent spirits. No... She had seen the woman eat, move, sit and speak... Wei seemed real enough. She wiped the back of her hand over her eyes and eyed Li's cup. "Have I taken the wrong cup? If so I apologize. Surely, I suffer from the delusions so often sought after by those used to a bewitching of the eye.... "<br/><br/>Two fingers pressed to the hollow of her throat measured her heartbeat and only when it slowed, the young noble dared to speak again, her eyes locked on the familiar ... but not the same... visage of their guest. Once she had calmed, she noticed the subtle differences, enough to cause a raise of a slender brow. "I believe there are even more stories to share than I had first thought." She observed drily.