The shopkeep turned to look at the girls, thinking for a few moments, but before he could open his mouth to reply, the door slammed open.  On the other side was a sight that seemed rather unusual in this city.  An elven woman, pale-skinned and clearly not one of the drow, strode into the shop.  Unlike every other non-drow the girls had seen since arriving, she was clad almost head to toe in leather armor, only a  tasteful bit of cleavage and some leg showing through her outfit.  She had a small variety of knives buckled into a belt across her chest, and a sword hanging from her hip.  As she walked through the store, everyone stopped to look at her, and the girls could tell that they were looks of respect, possibly admiration.<br/><br/>The woman briskly walked up to the counter, and the merchant turned to her, as if forgetting about the girls.  They started to talk for a bit about an order before the elf woman turned to the girls as the shopkeep turned to go to the backroom.  "Hmm...  You two look rather out of place.  No master here leading you around?  Don't tell me you're going around the city alone looking like that..."