You might notice the hat first, being tall and black. Stuck in the head band, is her favourite old pipe, well out of harms way, but also close enough to find. The face underneath the hat, has seen many summers come and go, an others things as well. It is winkled and well worn, but the laughter is there - it is always there.

Black seems to be the norm here, for she dresses in black also. Like her it is well worn, and seen better days, but the things that can hide in it amaze even the dwarves.

A bag of knitting; a flask of "the good stuff"; crystals or three, string, small horse shoe, crumpled bag of peppermints to name but a few.