Breena took one of the handful of barstools sized for small folk at the bar, asked the barkeep what he has in stock, and contented herself with a local dark brew and let him talk her into ordering a meal with it. She was partial to dwarven ales, though she knew well enough not to try matching their creators drink for drink. She was a gnome, after all; a short dwarf was six inches taller than a tall gnome like herself, and would weigh over twice as much.
She scanned the room while taking her first sip, on the odd chance there was a white-haired human in dark robes sitting in a corner. That was traditional, after all.
"I don't suppose you know anyone looking to hire a sword or two?" She asked the barkeep. A sword she had, a rapier almost as long as she was tall was on her back. Since she was a gnome, that didn't mean it was a particularly large sword, but it would do well enough. "I've enough coin to cover my room for a while yet, but if my father hears I'm being an idle layabout, he'll be awfully disappointed."
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At 3' 8", Breena is tall for a gnome, and slender. She's wearing brown leather -- armor as well as boots -- and a red and gold - accented wool cloak. It looked like everything she wore was designed to look flashy, but also to last. She doesn't look heavily muscled enough to be a traditional warrior, or light enough on her feet to twirl into the middle of combat, but anyone looks closely would be convinced the blade is not for show.
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