Jiao Jie turned fully away from the window while Wu recited his tale. Laughingly, she saluted the talespinner with the raising of her mug and an incline of her head. "That was a highly amusing tale, my friend, and well told. We are fortunate to have you with us; with such tales to entertain us, travelling shall never lose its charm."<br/><br/>At the mention of the next poem however, her expression sobered. She cast a glance around the Inn, pursed her lips and looked back to the group. Opening her mouth, she intended to share her reservations with the poet when she found herself out of time. Wu had already started his tale.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes flitted towards the others present and she hesitated, caught between manners and her inborn curiosity. The one in the corner looked like a man worthy of stories and she regretted not having brought a fan, for use of a discrete and appropriate opening of acquaintances. Alas, the oversight could not be helped and she made a firm mental note to acquire one in the next village.<br/><br/>She set her mug down on an empty table and clapped her hands, smiling at the Innkeeper. "A fresh pot of tea, please Sir, so I may check up on our friends upstairs."