The girl's face is flushed a deep red when she turns and walks off, and she nearly trips as she goes, obviously lost in thought. The stranger chuckles softly and throws back her hood, revealing the beautiful face of a young woman. Her skin is as smooth and  pale as freshly fallen snow, and her wild, shoulder length hair is a similar colour. Her features are soft, but firm, and her ears are slightly long and pointed, possibly suggesting elven blood. Aside from her cloak, she is garbed in a blue tunic, and a white blouse beneath; black leggings cover her legs, and high leather boots come up nearly to her knees. She turns towards Jacques and offers a faint, but friendly, smile, saying "Yes, she seems like a fine catch, obviously that innkeeper did a good job raising his daughters. I believe her name was Autumn..." The stranger trails off, her eyes darting over Jacques' tall, white-haired form. "You look human enough..." she pauses, "but, humans don't have fur." At that she returns to finishing her meal, evidently hoping that Jacques will share something about himself.<br/><br/><br/>At around the same time, a young woman, a little older than the one who had served Jacques, comes to Whisper's table with a plate of bread, butter, fruits, and vegetables. "Would you like anything to drink, miss?" The girl inquires; "We have some pretty good mead on tap..."<br/><br/>