Xavia's hooves would make simple thuds as she did her standard walks throughout the Tavern, Smiling over at the Dwarf and Tauren who were sharing in conversation. At this point she carried her own little pile of dirty plates and mugs from Patrons who recently finished their meals. She balanced the plates and silverware with ease, slipping into the back Kitchens, and dunking the plates in mugs into the sudsy water. She then would quickly slip back out into the Tavern. Nothing those who held their empty mugs raised indicating refills.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>