A figure with a white and brown cloak and a heavy sack on her back was walking into the village from the southern side of town.  A large crimson and white hammer was bulging between the heavy load and her back, and thick puffs of breath were coming from her mouth.  It had been a long and unpleasant trek to get to this village, and the cold was damnable.<br/><br/>Standing on top of the hill, she surveyed the area.  Quite a few people, and quite a few hunters.  There were the artisans, doing a steady business crafting arms.  And there were one or two traveling merchants: wirey looking folk with packs, blankets and pet animals moving around.  She smiled wryly when she saw the Cat Vendor nearby, noting that he looked weary of his life's choices in selling this creatures.  She sighed, pulled down her hood, hoisted the sack a little more onto her shoulders, and started moving towards the guild hall.<br/><br/>As much as she truly wanted to simply empty her wares, that just wasn't the way things were done in her trade.  You had to at least make nice with the local vendors, unless you wanted to set up shop in the woods.  She thought of the last time she'd done that.. The Kut-Ku that had damaged a quarter of her goods and eaten half the perishables before she killed it.  No, it simply wasn't worth it.  She waved cordially to the traveling merchants, one of whom waved back and the other, well, just stared.  No one she knew.  She was glad of it.  She introduced herself to the first merchant, and had started to get into the local area before a customer came by.  She waved good-naturedly and left him to his business: a better PR move than a good conversation.  She thought about greeting the second one, but decided against it.  She didn't plan to stay here long, and by his expression, that would be his favorite thing about her.<br/><br/>She moved on to the weapon makers and introduced herself, striking up a small conversation.  She learned of the trouble in the mines here, which she found fortuitous.  She might be able to make a good impression with that, if not a tidy profit for herself.  Finishing up, she made her way to the Guild Hall.  It might be good to take a mission for a change.. but more importantly, the arms dealer had been right about how much her legs and shoulders hurt.  A good meal and an hour of idle rest would fix that.  She gave the doors a good shove and moved into the warm room.<br/><br/>"Gods, be thanked!" she exclaimed, quite involuntarily, as she spotted an empty seat near the fire.  If no one approached her, she would move towards it and set down her pack with a thud.  She'd put her cloak around the seat, letting her brown hair run freely down her red-scaled armor, and would sigh languidly as she reclined, truly grateful to be off of her legs.