Her eyes fell upon a single dwarf among the crowd. He seemed to be checking up on his equipment. She couldn't help but watch. She could hardly describe the level of mechanical knowledge that it must have taken to craft such items. She watched in amazement as he operated his shield, and then a crossbow, and then a repeater with mechanical arms of sorts. Robyn wasn't often fascinated by such things but dwarven technology was always something that proved fascinating. She caught herself staring and quickly turned away before glancing back to the rest of the crowd. They had nothing of the sorts, only muscles and egos. 

With a sigh she turned back to the dwarf and slowly approached. She was never good in such situations, but it had to be done. 

“Excuse me Sir Dwarf,” she said with a small polite bow, “I couldn't help but notice your equipment. Did you make that yourself?” 

She looked down at the man, who honestly wasn't much shorter than her. He seemed to be everything one would expect a dwarf to be, at least what she had read from her books that is, save for the slight added aroma of beer. She didn't remember reading that part. 

“I find myself in need of a warrior of your caliber,” she said maintaining her polite tone as if she was still within the walls of the college, “would it bother you if I joined you for this endeavor?”