Steppe Archer was fascinated by the idea of someone living in a swamp. Usually, she steered clear of densely muddy areas. Bad for horses to cross, and all. Besides, quickmud was a very real threat in a swamp, so chasing quarries into them wasn't worth it for the nomadic tribes of the Steppe. The girl would smile at the lizardman's words of confirmation of the adding of a third member and turn on her heel saying:[color=CC6633][b]"Okay!"[/b][/color], before she walked over to the girl with really, really nice hair. Like, seriously, she'd never seen a girl with such straight hair before. Though, that might also just be because most women on the Steppe viewed cloth as more fashionable than hair. Strolling right up, the archer would put her hands behind her back and net her fingers, white poofy hair still making her look like a half-lion, half-woman.

[color=CC6633][b]"Hey, wanna join me and my big friend over there on ditch duty? Its nothing glamorous, but its easy enough. No need to kill or be killed when cleaning up the dead, and all,"[/b][/color] Steppe Archer would say leaning across the table and staring right at the girl's eyes with a big grin on her face. [color=CC6633][b]"We were also going to do the Patrol later, but if you don't feel up for that or the ditch duty, that's fine. Are you a mage? I've seen a lot of mages carry big sticks like that. "[/b][/color]

Steppe Archer's eyes would take in details of the girl's appearance, namely that she didn't seem really muscular for an adventurer, and she doubted that stick at her side was much of the smacking type. Though, she knew full well how good a substitute weapon a stick made. After all, before they trained with swords, her and her friends trained with sticks.