There stood young Sundie.

Short, small, a true halfling. a peppy young woman with shortish white colored hair (not because shes old) and pointy ears. Alongside her leather tunic and extensive sack. She is one well prepared little person.

“Oh eh, hiya! Know it’s odd seeing a halfing like meself so far from our humble little homes but I’ve got a bit of a spark in me! Pleased to meet you!”