Leah smells faintly of garlic, and wears somewhat raggedy, out-of-season, peasant wear over someone else's cast-off chainmail armor, now sans blood and resized to fit her. She has a determined look on her face and a 10' pole. She also has a hand axe just in case. One can never be too prepared.

She is someone wholly unprepared for adventuring, but not really much good for anything else either, so she decided to take a chance. She might very well die, but who knows. Perhaps she will instead succeed, find a fortune, and retire to set up a bed and breakfast.

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Clothes, plain (worn, patched, and uncomfortable)
Cloak, long (new, although too long, so she ties the end up)
Belt (fits if she does not eat too many rations)
Gloves
Boots, plain (unfashionable)