The town might be devoid of rampaging robots, but his drone was doing its level best to ensure it hit its yearly quota of crazy robot antics today.<br/><br/>Sporting a double row of flasks yet again on his bandoleer, he paused to pick up a set of masterwork lock picks and a couple masterwork tools that would make working on his weapons that much easier.  He also restocked out his adventuring kit, adding more candles, sacks, lots of rope, a mirror, compass, a couple dozen pitons, sacks of flour, and a dozen other things because you could never have enough and never knew. Once back at the inn, he took his normal 'usual' table, handed the drone a couple small bouncy balls to keep it distracted, and then turned it off as it pounced at the balls, flipping open a hatch to get to work upgrading the matter displacement engine in its 'back.' He ignored the stares as being unimportant, if they had business with him, they would come to him. Though the surprise the woman had when she had first seen him, like she had recognized him somehow, was a bit odd. He would finish with the drone, and then see what she wanted.