Wandering through the streets is a young girl, at least that is how she looks at first. A second glance identifies her abnormally pointed ears and a slight greenish pallor to her skin. She is a little over five feet at a glance, and her long blonde hair has fallen over her face, shielding it from view as she worries a stone in her hand, mumbling quietly. She is dressed in stereotypical forest clothing, that a recluse might wear. A long leather tunic and chaps, cinched tight with a belt of rope from which hangs a dagger in sheath and several small pouches. She worries at the stone almost frantically, turning it over and over in her hands and rubbing it, mumbling in what sounds like a pleading tone, though without getting closer it's hard to tell.