"Making a name for yourself, eh? I guess that's something we have in common; I've been working as a sell-sword for a few years now, haven't gained much in popularity though..." She stares into the fire for a few seconds after speaking, the flames reflecting in her large, dark eyes. "Well, I guess it would be rude not to share something about myself, you can probably tell that I'm not exactly an ordinary girl..." she starts, speaking softly in a low voice, almost as if she were telling a ghost story, "I'm a dhampir, half-vampire. They say dhampirs have great strength and agility, and weapons will sometimes bounce off their skin as if it were made of steel; it's probably the reason I'm still alive..." she pauses, "That's not all though; in my case, well, I have a way of 'making friends' with people who look at my eyes too long."<br/><br/>The girl stands up quietly, holding her empty dish. "Anyway, I'm going to have a chat with the innkeeper, we're old friends you see. There's a stream back through the woods a short ways, behind the inn, if you feel like washing up before you head out. I'd like to see you again before you leave, maybe at breakfast", she says, an impish grin forming on her face, "Go easy on that girl tonight, 'horse-man'." She says, casting a glance between Jacques' thighs. She walks off towards the bar with a little chortle.<br/>----------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The barmaid returns to Whisper's table, placing a mug of cow's milk before her. "I'm going to retire for the night," the young woman says, smiling and looking the elf over with wide eyes, "I'll find you in the morning, 'kay?" With that she skips over to the bar, placing a kiss on her father's cheek, and goes upstairs, presumably to sleep.