Xavia went through standard motion while she worked. As she did every night. Refilling mugs of ale, bringing plates of various kinds of food to the patrons of the Tavern, and of course using a fresh rag to wipe away the...leavings...of past patrons. Having some skill in magic however, she was able to weave the simple spells of mops and brooms moving on their own. Eventually she returned to where the Orc sat, still holding her pleasant smile "Are we doing okay here so far sir?" She looked at the Orc with her pleasant visage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>