Ye Olde Sweete Shoppe

Holly Sweetleaf

Shorter than most elves, and also evincing more curves than most, Holly's bubbly giggle and constant sampling of her shop's wares are strong evidence that there is at least a smidge of halfling mixed somewhere into her lineage.  With her auburn hair covered by a lavender kerchief dusted with powdered sugar, sparkling blue eyes above an upturned nose and gowned and aproned in white, she is the closest thing to a sugar elemental that you've seen.

"You know, sweets make a wonderful gift," suggests Holly with a smile.

Holly unabashedly snitches a white chocolate dipped pretzel from a tray in the case and pops it into her mouth.

After wiping her hands on her apron, Holly rearranges each tray of goodies on display, moving the candies into neat rows toward the front of the case.

Holly steps briefly outside the front door of the shop, returning with a smile on her face as she inhales deeply. "You know, your nose gets used to the wonderful aromas in here and your mouth stops watering, unless you take in some fresh air from time to time.