Alecka has survived trading with the drow more than twice, so she's in charge. Also she has spells, and can zap people who don't do what she says. As they approach the ramshackle trading post, Alecka's eyes, accustomed to the perpetual twilight, scan the area for potential threats or opportunities.
The curved horns atop her head, reminiscent of her draconic heritage, catch the light of the bioluminescent moss, lending her an air of authority among her nervous companions. Her companions- Vek and Bix- she bullied them specially for this, so they'll do what she says until she takes her eyes off them- lug their sacks.
Bones, mostly, animal and human, gnawed carefully clean. One set of bones is special, the remains of some unfortunate adventurer, prised from the grasp of a golem by some of the river kobolds. Nothing goes to waste in the unforgiving depths of the earth.