[Short pudgy bearded lady. Okay, sure. Janine lowers her great head until it's out before her with her neck like a horizontal beam so that she can peer in at the smithy with one startling eye.]

:Cool. So, yeah, they were saying get some iron, that'll help with things. I think I need to get like a cord or a pouch or something. Vines, maybe. You guys don't have any proper ones, it's too cold.:

[Not wholly aware she's doing so, Janine abruptly raises her neck back to vertical, scans the landscape with those wide-set eyes, and not finding threats lowers it again.]