Willow slipped inside as quietly as she could. She looked relatively normal except for a long gash down her left arm, which she clutched tightly to her body. Due to her abilities, the wound could only be seen out of the corner of ones eyes, if one were to look at it directly in any way, her arm showed no sign of anything out of the ordinary. She walked up to the bar, seeing drinking lined up.
"Hey Snarf, think I could get a drink?" She asked, already reaching to one of the blood wines. [@Snarfulblast]