Jack's observation of the others was interrupted by the sudden entrance of another individual; this one, a young woman. As she went about her business, he returned the majority of his focus to observing the others, but she once again interrupted this- this time by taking a seat at his table. It seemed, more or less, that she had taken an interest in his gloves- she wasn't the first individual who had, and she certainly wouldn't be the last.

Jack, ignoring the moonshine for the moment, responds, "About as much any other tavern. As for the gloves, they're not for sale." As he finishes his brief answer, another individual- the first man Jack had noticed enter the tavern- had taken a seat at the table as well, also inquiring about the gloves. It seemed indirect observation was out of the question now. "Hm. Fourteen years ago," Jack answers, "I met a traveler. He gave them to me. I can't say I have any idea why he did, but I'm sure had his reasons."