Willow stood up quietly, hoping to not draw attention as she crossed the room to the doorway that lead to her room. She avoided looking at any other place than the door, ducking through and walking the short distance it took to arrive at her door. She wasn't sure and she hated to not be sure. 
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked into her room that seemed to be stuck in time. Dust coated everything, from the bowl by the door for her keys, to the stacks of books that lined the walls. She trailed a finger through the dust on the table and her mouth twisted in disgust at it. Willow took off her heavy cloak, draping it over a chair at her desk and shook her hair out, it bounced out of her braid slightly curled.  
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After she finished cleaning her rooms of dust and threw out the trash, she returned to the tavern room, her cloak left behind, instead she was dressed in a simple black shirt, 3/4 sleeves and a v-neck, and dove gray pants that melded into her tall brown boots, cleaned of any dirt or mud. She took a seat at a table closer to the center of the room.