Willow scratched her head as she walked back into the main tavern room. She left the robot where it was happily doing the only thing it new how to do, more importantly, it allowed her to not work, though technically she was working since she made the robot. She was wearing a dove grey tank top with black pants and boots. She also wore a knife sheathed at her hip and her hair hung in two long bright red braids going down to her waist. She made her way to a nice slightly dark corner of the room to watch the events of the Tavern life.