"Ruins near here," a small soft voice spoke from a spot under the stairs up to the bedrooms.

"Shouldn't be, haven't any on my maps and my maps are the best in the land...unless maybe...hmmm."

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.

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

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.

"I'm Malva," she introduced herself walking up amid the group, "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."