Less than three feet tall, thin, and not unusually muscular this kind of halfling is the sort often mistaken for a young human child, or at the very least thought of as being cute as a button more often than not.  She seems to have grown accustom to it, or at least is willing to let others assume that cute equates to harmless as she travels around the world with no more obvious protection than a short walking stick, some fancy leather bracers, and a tiny sickle that looks more like a tool than weapon.  A few small pouches, a warm looking cloak, and what could be the tiniest of bed rolls seem to make up the entire remainder of her personal gear.