When the archer extended her hand - after a brief moment of awakwardness - the druid perked up a bit, extended her own hand and shook. Shortly thereafter, the large and very red one appeared, stating in very exact and concise words what he had done and what was needed to bo do next. He seemed very... [i]Precise?[/i] Not that that was a bad thing, being able to be specific and exact was a good thing, though it usually didn't make for good small-talk... Oh well, they just met, so maybe he was just shy and reserved?

Regardless, the druid finished her drink, placed the mug down on the coaster and left three, shiny copper coins next to the drink - a tip for the kind waitress. Before anyone said anything further though, they were off on their way to the east.

[i]Some minutes of walking later...[/i]

The outside of Palisade Town was a lot more spacious. The great forest to the further east loomed in the distance, while fields of grass stretched out to both the north and the south. A pleasant breeze, carrying the scent of grass and wild flowers passed by, gently brushing against the trio. Sounds of distant birds could also be heard. It was all rather tranquil and peaceful.

... Until you rounded the palisade enough and began hearing the buzzing of flies and sensing the smell of rotting flesh. Over by a large pyre, surrounded by stones that encircled it (to prevent the fire from spreading) stood a middle-aged man in a guard uniform. He had bushy eyebrows and bushy facial hair, a kettle helm covered his rather bald head. Stern grey eyes followed the adventurers as they approached, and once they reached - and their archer greeted him - the man spoke with a hoarse, raspy voice.

"So, you're here to help clean up, eh? I'm the one assigned to oversee this whole thing." He said, sounding rather unamused and unenthused about this responsability. "Here's what you need to know." He started, pointing at the ramparts behind them. "Tha's the wall, things get stuck on, or under, it. Your job is to carry anything dead and smelly from there, to here." He now pointed at the big fiery pile beside him. "You dump dead things on that, then you go back and repeat. You work from now until sunset. You only get paid if you stuck around until then, leaving early forfeits the reward, no breaks either." He stated, grumpily.

The druid looked back towards the wall and the ditch below it. The town's wlal was built in two layers, one might say. The [i]inner[/i] wall was what you might expect, a bunch of straight-standing wooden logs, tied and mortared together. The [i]outer[/i] wall was more akin to a fence of sharpened stakes, meant to catch or deter anything that tried to apporach it from the outside. It was below this outer wall that the ditch was dug, meant to catch anything that got itself impaled on the outer wall. Already, the girl could see large gatherings of flies hovering above several spots along this side of the defenses. She wrinkled her nose a bit, before looking over at her two party members.

"Well, I guess we'd better get started." She said, flexing one arm and grabbing the upper bit of it with her other free hand, giving a quick wink and winning smile to the others.

Walking over to the fence, she at once spotted what looked like a young fox, with an arrow stuck in one of its hind legs... Most likely, a hunter had shot it, but it had managed to slip away despite the injury, only to end up here and collapse in the ditch - bleeding out. Poor thing. It wasn't long ago either, as the critter hadn't started to decompose yet, nor was it covered in maggots. She bent down, grabbing it by the scruff of its neck and pulled it out, closing its wide-open, but vacant, eyes with her hand. Dragging the poor animal along, she got to the burning flames and - with a small, quiet prayer - she gently tossed the dead beast onto the burning wood. She stood silent and watched briefly, before turning around and walking back for another go.
As she passed by the gaurd, she halted momentarily and spoke with him.

"Is there any quota or certain amount we need to meet before sunset?" She asked, curious if they had to hurry and work like dogs in order to get paid.
"As long as I see you hauling carcasses to burn, you'll get paid." He rumbled. The druid nodded and headed back.