*Laynie is dressed in dirty, mudcaked tattered rags, though the rags are made of silk. She has what seems to be a dwarf-sized cloak thrown around her as well, perhaps courtesy of Dagummit.*
"Different berries and nuts and roots and stuff," a tear drips down her eye, and she scrunches her eyes up, "Doggie always knew which ones were good to eat..." Laynie replies, as they approach the inn.