A chaos fae

A fae with multi-colored wings and veins flutters into the tavern and up to the missive board all the while muttering to herself.
"You said it was my turn."
"And it will be your turn once I go to sleep."
"You've been up for three days!" She says this part a bit louder, then immediately shushes herself as she looks around, landing on her feet, but leaning against her spear.

She spends a few minutes staring at the missive board silently and blankly, then "hurumps." Shrugs, and walks over to a table. Once there, she takes the shield strapped to her back off and gently leans it against the wall.

"Be careful!" "I am" She responds to herself but in a slightly different voice as she rolls her eyes.

She plops down in the seat then pours the contents of the bag slung across her body onto the table and begins rummaging through the various rocks, sticks, acorns and other random nonsense while continuing to mutter to herself quietly.

Her clothes are overly colorful, but it's hard to tell under the amount of dirt and forest grime covering her skin and clothes, including a few leaves and twigs tangled in her pink and purple mess of hair. There is also two other visible weapons on her belt that appear to be made of bone. A short sword and a long dagger.

The tavern keepers looks up from his work as you sit down. He makes his way over to the table, "what can I get you to drink?"

She visibly jumps when approached, then fumbles over her words as she rifles through her junk.

"I uh.. no.. what about... No. I want an orange!.. shut up!"

She shakes her head, then grabs a few of the shinier rocks and holds them up.

"Can I have an apple and water?" She says with a smile.

"Orange!" She blurts out then twitches, but holds her almost creepy smile.

The keeper looks a little puzzled but brings you an apple some water and an orange. "Here you go miss enjoy."

"Thank you!" She smiles brightly, as she pulls a knife out of her boot and begins cutting up her fruit.

As she's sitting there quietly arguing with herself, she melts into enjoying her apple with one hand, while the other pulls a small vial from another pouch and pours it in the water.

After she finishes her apple, she takes a sip of her water and makes a face. "No fai..." As her head hits the table and she begins snoring.

After 10 minutes of sleep, she jerks awake and looks around suspiciously. After a few seconds, she sighs and looks over herself shaking her head, then begins gathering the random junk and putting it back in the smaller of her two bags.

She stands and gathers the rest of her belongings, then heads out the door muttering about being "filthy" and "too much junk."

Several hours later, she can be seen walking through town, shield and spear strapped to her back, bone swords on her hips. This time her hair is neatly combed and braided, you can even see her small purplish horns now. Her outfit is more muted in the sense that now it seems to actually match with black pants, a red shirt and a black corset. Her boots are still mismatched though with one being purple and the other teal. She still has her assortment of different colored pouches and a colorful bag over her shoulder, but she seems far more put together than the girl who entered the tavern earlier.

She stops in the middle of town and seems to stare blankly at the ground for a few moments before looking back up, shrugging and heading towards the docks.