Life is hard in the dry, wild lands wherein dwell the Eglain, and many of its people are dour, somber folk, hard as the biting winds that sweep those plains; especially those who take up axe, bow, or sword, and do dangerous work. These same people are usually taciturn, lovers of solitude, uncomfortable with the cheer of crowds. Perhaps that's part of why the Forsaken Inn is so named; so many of those who visit it wish to forsake the company that is otherwise what usually brings people to inns.
Halmarna is living proof that for every rule there is an exception. Though she stands with a warrior's poise, rarely does a frown cross her face. Though her work keeps her in the wilds of the Lone-lands, and sometimes beyond, when her path does happen to come amongst other people, even in number, she is glad of it, and merry, as if gathering cheer to sustain her through the lonesome days of her travels. She can be secretive about the needs that set her onto the paths of the wild. It is not that every mission requires secrecy, but that if one speaks of the ones that don't, the ones that do stand in stark contrast, so it's best to keep business discreet at all times. But she is otherwise open and welcoming, free of speech and with her smiles.
some of the Eglain
wolves and goblins
cheer, victory, smiles, and the satisfaction of a job well done
the health of the tribe, and what pleasure can be found once that's secured