Steppe Archer smiled, she hadn't even had to ask to tag along. Nodding her head at his statement of trying to solo the rats, she chuckled nervously. [color=CC6633][b]"W-Well, I had a party but...it didn't quite go so well. There were roaches, and one of my companions got a disease...b-but she's fine now! I don't know where the other went, but he made it out fine. We just realized that we were in over our heads, is all. But cleaning up corpses is something I'm used to, so I won't let you down!"[/b][/color]she would say, raising her arms to show her enthusiasm. 

Then the realization struck her. She STILL stunk!? Bashfully gaining a tinge of red to her cheeks, she scratched the back of her head. [color=CC6633][b]"T-The sewer smell is still there? I washed up super thoroughly though..."[/b][/color] she complained, seeming disheartened. At least for all of four seconds. Then, she simply snapped her back straight and pumped her fist. [color=CC6633][b]"Well, no matter. We're about to reek of death anyways. Have you ever smelt a half-bloated wolf corpse rotting in the sun? I have. Oh, also, if you wanna block out scents..."[/b][/color] Steppe Archer said, before reaching in her pocket to pull out two of the remaining little herb covered twigs. [color=CC6633][b]"These'll make sure you don't smell all the rot and yuck."[/b][/color] she added, offering them to her gargantuan red companion.

Before they turned to leave, Steppe Archer would look back at the sounds of laughter. A lone girl sipping a drink who, with her archery-trained eyes, Steppe Archer could see was a porcelain rank just like they were. Pointing at the girl, Steppe Archer would whisper to her lizardfolk companion with a proposition: [color=CC6633][b]"Hey, do you think we should ask her to join? We'd have to split the reward three ways, but...it'd take us all day, and night to clean the ditches all around town ourselves. Plus, we could join the patrol after."[/b][/color]