Steppe Archer just kind of stood there, an awkward silence hanging in the air around them. Steppe Archer hadn't even understood that it was a joke, she just sort of felt as if some kind of follow up was needed after a statement such as that, some further elaboration on magical sciences that would soar right over the girl's head. Magic was for smart people, after all. Steppe Archer's expression wouldn't change as she saw the girl's face turn red, a simple tilt of her head signalling her confusion. [color=CC6633][b]"Scared of handling bodies?"[/b][/color] she questioned, figuring that might be a reason for her sudden hesitation. Once that was likely dismissed, Steppe Archer would smile brighter, offering her newfound friend a hand to shake. 

When the Lizardfolk fighter came over, Steppe Archer would give a thumbs up, saying: [color=CC6633][b]"Mhm! She said yes, so let's get going! I hope we'll have time after cleanup for another job."[/b] [/color]
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The nomad girl would follow with her companions along to meet the guard, showing him the job listing and offering a sincere smile. [color=CC6633][b]"Nice to meet you. We're the porcelains that signed up for ditch cleaning. Is this where we get told what to do?"[/b][/color] Her free hand remained behind her back, clenched ever so slightly as she kept herself from feeling nervous. Was...was he gonna smell the sewer smell on her too? Or was it just the Lizardfolk's powerful sense of smell that let him smell the stank?