A much smaller red head walks up to the two men and tries to slip between them to see what all the fuss it about.  She reads it to herself in silence and then looks at the white furry mass on her shoulders. "Well snowball....I think we may be finding some work after all.  Even if it is all the way up in this backwaters slum they call a duchy.  What do you think? Should we go see what this 'army' has to say?" She asks rubbing the furry mass just under what looks like a bald spot.  The term army is given a heavy sarcastic tone as she glances at the two men behind her.  Evaluating them slowly for a few moments.<br/>She was dressed in a scholarly robe, with a winter cloak around her shoulders and a pair of furry boots adorning her feet.  She was small and most would likely claim unintimidating, but for those who looked in her eyes it was clear this 'weak' little girl, could snap with a temper as the winds changed.  At her waist a small dagger rested comfortable in the clash of her robe the blade pointed backwards and away from her slightly.  A carefully stuffed backpack rested on her shoulders that seemed to be weighing her down considerably.  At her waist just below the clash a small pouch was tightly wrapped around her hips acting both as a second clash and as a pouch for dozens of small carefully packed packets.  Although the robe made it hard to be certain the young woman appeared to have a fairly attractive form, and her face was slightly appealing although it had to look of a commoner in several ways.