Abigail (Abby) is a young, good looking, woman.  A girl, really.  Brown hair with reddish tinges sneaks out from beneath the hood of fine leather cloak.  The cloak covers some ordinary clothing; fit for well-off peasants, but not much more.  She sports sturdy boots of the same material as her cloak.

There is a backpack slung over her shoulder, and one hand grasps a staff.  Occasionally, when her cloak swishes just right, one can spy a crossbow hanging off her side.

But her most notable feature, perhaps, is her eyes.  Bright, brown eyes that complete the pleasing appearance she presents.  But there's more than beauty here: there's confidence.  Confidence in abundance.

It doesn't fully dispel the notion that perhaps she has no place here.  But it is enough to keep people from openly mocking her presence.