Ziza groaned softly as she awoke under a tree. She could hear people talking in the distance. Human voices, speaking in Common. She pulled the poncho off herself, yawned, and stretched. As she did, the morning sun sparkled off the cuffs that were still locked around her wrists. There was a matching set on her ankles, and a similarly matching collar around her neck. They were silver, with a black band around the center with glowing blue runes etched around the band. They weren't exactly heavy although they made their presence known easily.
"Pact shackles!" the dwarf had said, "Never need a wand, rod, or one of those daggers again. Capable of chaining themselves or unchaining at your desire, or you can lock yourself for a time. Yoke folds out of the collar, optional piercing jewelry that won't damage your clothes (Ziza was already pierced, so no trouble there), and you can make a temporary key which will allow others to have some control if you want to let them. They can also gag you if you let them." And then he had whispered, "They won't affect your shifting ability either!"
So Ziza had bought them. And then it turned out she couldn't get them off. The dwarf had merely laughed, said something about fine print, and walked off.
"I hate you, dwarf," Ziza whispered to herself as she rolled up her poncho and tied it under her backpack's frame. She reached into one of its compartments and pulled out a handful of iron rations- some hard bread with what looked like raisins baked into it, some kind of meat jerky that tasted a little like goblin, and an apple she had gotten off a tree the previous day. After a short breakfast, she took out a mirror and adjusted her appearance. She shortened her hair into a bob cut, and changed it from black to a noxious green color. Smaller, perky breasts, slightly elfin ears, but kept her human face and skin color. Being a doppelganger sometimes had its perks, when people weren't out to kill you because they thought one of your kind had replaced (insert in-law here).
Ziza's travelling clothes were fairly simple- a simple green shift with a red border, a plain leather belt with an iron buckle, and simple wooden-soled sandals. She had a gypsy dress rolled up in her pack, but she rarely brought it out unless it was clear she was needed. And if she needed something more formal... well, she had ways of getting fancy clothes.
She could still hear the voices nearby. Mostly female voices. Maybe a group of wandering minstrels or players? It was certainly worth checking out. She hefted her backpack onto her back, picked up her knobbly walking stick, and headed off in the direction of the voices.
((And if it takes her a long time to get there, no problem.))