Zarrachia

Zarrachia trots after Ellie. "Best stick together. Wanna see what kind on marketplace they have around here? Frankly I could use some new clothes -" she gestures towards her torn and bloody customs office uniform - " - and I haven't eaten in a whole two hours and that's practically starving for a halfling and ... um ... hey Adria? Maybe there's a healer or a temple around here?"