"[color=f7941d]Ruins near here[/color]," a small soft voice spoke from a spot under the stairs up to the bedrooms.

"[color=f7941d]Shouldn't be, haven't any on my maps and my maps are the best in the land...unless maybe...hmmm.[/color]"

A small plain but pleasant Halfling gets up from where she had been quietly sitting, writing in a notebook and referencing a fold out map she now folded back up and tucked into a simple drawstring backpack.  Standing at her full height she is still rather short, perhaps half the height of a normal human.  That is likely where the term Halfling came from.  Her hair is brownish red, roughly shoulder length, roughly cut, and quite messy.  Poorly held back in a ponytail.  She is dressed as most Halflings usually are in simple browns and greens and has the standard symbol of Yondalla necklace hanging around her neck.  A cornucopia against a green shield.

"[color=f7941d]I'll go along then yes,[/color]" she phrased it as a question but meant it as a statement, "[color=f7941d]Won't hardly notice I'm here, few do.[/color]"

She trotted up to the bar and placed her bag up atop it for the bartender to keep safe.  Precious drawings, maps, studies, naughty little limericks that might get her a meal or a mate in whatever town she found herself in next.

"[color=f7941d]I'm Malva,[/color]" she introduced herself walking up amid the group, "[color=f7941d]I'm quite small, as you may have noticed, so I'm not all that much good in a tiff but I'm pretty quick on my feet and I'm a fast thinker.  Don't survive out in the wilds at my size if you aint.  Alls I want to do is tag along with you all.  Write about what we see, work on my maps, come back here and have a drink and a meal with you fine folks and be on my way.  You can keep the gold I just want the experience.[/color]"