Indeed, the only metal on her person is what hangs around her neck. From a loop of leather are suspended a number of brooches—the same as the one you recovered from the corpse you found frozen in the snow. The only difference is that these look older, pitted with age.
"Perhaps these denote her allegiance," you say, as Drazha comes to join you. She bends down and looks at the woman for a moment.
"From what I know of such matters," she says, "they are more likely to be spoils or trophies, taken from fallen enemies. Whether these people mistook us for them…well, I suppose we'll never know." She looks up at the sky. "It won't be long before sundown. Should we have our warriors keep watch, in case these people return?"