Lizard Fighter followed the pair idly while he looked at the town. He hadn't really paid attention to what the place was like when he first entered, just immediately went to the Guild to get signed up. He'd have plenty of time to look at the town while on Patrol that evening. Soon they left the town and arrived at the palisade wall. He was honestly wondering why they hadn't upgraded the main wall to stone. It would hold up better against anything that'd actively attack a town than mere wooden posts hammered into the ground.

The guard explained what they were to do in an un-enthused voice, which was to be expected for one in his position. [color=red]"Is this the only pyre?"[/color] He questioned as he stripped down to his pants. His arms and torso bare, the armor folded and tucked into his rather empty looking beltpouch.

The druid immediately got to work, hauling a dead fox, in still decent condition, to the fire. The reptilian man went into the dirt as well, checking about before pulling a long dead deer from one of the upper spikes. It had tried bounding over but undershot. His powerful limbs made the corpse tear off the spike, pretty much pulling it in half, before hauling the gooey pieces to the flames where they were deposited with a sizzle.

He was already covered in some congealed nasty blood, that would explain why he was just in his pants and those strange leather boots. It looked like he'd be handling the larger corpses while the girls could handle something in their weight class.