Eyes as green as the nearby forests studied the comings and goings of the town. Strange things seemed to be happening, with strange creatures running about. Yet what was an adventure without some strangeness added? The young Halfling frowned at herself, and finally tore her eyes away to finish packing up camp. She had been set up just outside of town for the past three days, observing the area to see if she might find what she was looking for. While it was a good period to catch her breath and ease the knots out of her sore muscles, Lemira was starting to run out of supplies and didn't much fancy having to scrape by like some hunter and gatherer. No... no, that wouldn't do. Not when she had brought some perfectly good items to trade with that would otherwise be little more than dead weight to her.
She secured her bedroll to her pack and hefted it onto her shoulders. Oh, there was that ache that was starting to become all too familiar. Not for the first time she wished she had taken up Marwick on his offer for the small pony, and she doubted it would be the last. The blasted beast seemed far more trouble than it was worth- at least at the time. Either way, she had made her decision and now she would simply have to live with it. With one last check of the pouches on her belt to make sure they were secure, she made her way into the town, her soft leather boots making barely a sound.
Her eyes flitted about at the different buildings and people about, and she felt her back straighten even beneath the weight of her pack. She was proud to be of the rare subrace of Tallfellow, who stood taller than most any other Halfling around. Well, half Tallfellow. While others of her kind- including her mother- stood over four feet, her father's Lightfoot heritage was enough to keep her at 3'9. Still, it was better than most. Her hair wasn't the usual dark browns and black of either of her parents, but a fiery red that her mother swore came straight from her great great great grandmother, who was the daughter of a Tallfellow and an honest-to-goodness elf. Lemira had defied her culture and cut her waist-length hair for the trip, so now it was set in twin curls that fell just beneath her shoulders. She kept her bangs long and swept aside to help hide the points of her ears, so as to help make life just a little easier.
Her clothing betrayed her heritage just as much though, thanks to her family's lifestyle of trading goods. The jewelry she wore wasn't valuable to lessen the risk of theft, though it was colorful and vibrant around her neck and wrists. A soft brown leather top was held in place with a basic loop around her neck and fell to her knees. It was split just above her naval to reveal the darker leather pants that hugged low on her hips and thighs before ducking beneath soft leather boots at her knees. A simple belt was tied to her hips, following the waist of her pants, and a few small pouches hung at both of her sides. She was hoping to look well-traveled yet not too eccentric. At least, this was how many of the travelers back at home looked.
She paused by one market and bit her bottom lip in thought. She should start looking at prices now and see what she might get for her items. It was amazing how much you could tell of a town by their prices and haggling abilities.