When the lizardman asked her why she had been adamant about not killing the boars, the druid tilted her head sideways, a puzzle expression on her face.

"Why? Because there wasn't a need to. The mama and papa were just trying to save their child, they weren't causing any trouble for anyone. If the palisade hadn't been here in the first place, the piglet wouldn't have gotten stuck to begin with." She explained. Looking back towards the bushes where the family had scurried off, she added with a lower tone and a more serious look on her face. "Besides, we were hired to clean the ditches, not slay boars. We're getting paid for doing the former, and we're staying in a town with warm meals and beds, so killing them wasn't needed."

Her expression changed though, as a certain thought popped into her head...

"Although..." She said, now with slightly flushed cheeks and a small glob of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth... "Boar sure can be tasty..." She said, looking upwards as if viewing some imaginary visage of bacon and porkchops floating about her head. Though, as the lizard trudged off and ws replaced by the archer, the druid snapped back to reality with a slightly embarrassed and shocked look to herself.

This look stayed on her as the archer patted her on the head. What? What was that for!? [i]She[/i] had wanted to pat the archer's head! The poor girl had put her loins in danger, riding an overgrown boar and then face-planted into the dirt, yet here she was - all smiles and rainbows, and was comforting the druid!? It didn't feel right, and the druid pouted a bit in frustration. Still, when the question about where she had learned magic came up, the girl's face brightened a bit.

"I was trained by an Elder Druid not far from where I grew up." She said warmly, fond of the memories of her old master. "He was a great man, patient and compassionate, fair and wise. He taught me everything I know about druidic spells and rituals, animals and plants... I'm really grateful to him." She almost spoke revverently about the fellow, though given her common upbringing and the fact ahat she had used what she'd learned to save her own family, it wasn't surprising that she was thankful to the old codger.

Still, as the guard approached and began his spiel of low-key insults and self-grandeurization, the druid felt a scertain urge to smack the lummox over the head with her staff. Fortunately, she managed to repress this urge and instead give him a smile that wasn't a good smile, before following in the lizard fighter's tracks back to the ditch.

As the large red one began tossing corpses and remains up onto the ground behind him, the druid was thankful that she didn't need to jump down, scrounge about, pull up and drag the carcasses back tot he pyre. This was far more efficient, and when she heard the archer call out thank the big softie, she smiled and did the same.

"Yes! This is so much better, thank you, Lizzie-poo! You're great!"

The guard nearby had to cover his mouth to stifle a laugh at the lizardman's nickname, but the girl herself seemed sincere and thankful. With the three working together, the work went smoothly and without further distractions, allowing them to clean up most of the entire eastern side of the palisade, making it look - relatively speaking - fresh and clean! With the sun now just ahalf-way visible across the plains and the sky turning a shde of orange, red, pink and purple, the guard nodded and apporached the trio.

"Job well done, you lot. Here's what you'll need to get your pay." He reached inside his coat and retrieved a small, yellowed scroll. "This is one of them official documents, stating that whoever delivers it has completed their assigned task for the guardsmen. Take it hurry on back to your guild hall, I bet you're all eager to boast about your grand deeds. Hah!" He laughed, shoving the piece of parchment into the giant lizard's clawed hand, before turning his attention to the pyre.

Apparently, this dislikable man would be stuck here until one of his colleagues would drop by and relieve him of his duty. After all, they couldn't very well just leave the roaring mass of flames unsupervised, and given the amount of fuel and critters in the fire, it wasn't going to go out any time soon.

With that and dusk upon them, Druid Girls tretched and let out a teeny, tiny yawn. Unlike her muscle-bound giant and perky, peppy foreign friend, she didn't have stamina in over-abundance. She wasn't unfit or anything, but hauling and tossing bodies onto a roaring fire for hours wasn't exactly [i]eaasy[/i] work. Plus, she now smelled like a mix between a butcher's shop and the aftermath of a battlefield, with grime and gore and bits of fur and whatever-else clinging here and there to her. To say she was feelign unfresh would be an understatement. Still, desptie all this, the archer girl piped up and suggested that they all head back and pick up [i]another[/i] job - apparently some kind of patrol duty? The druid gave herslef a look-over, then looked at the huntress.

"I... Would really like to rinse off, if you don't mind. Looking and smelling like something a bear's been chewing on for the past week isn't one of my favorite things." She stated, motioning with her hand in a wave to display how covered in blood and chunks of ... [i]stuff[/i]... it was. "Maybe we could all wash up a bit first, then go report on finishing the job before we take on something new?" She suggested.

Luckily for them, even though Palisade Town was a small, frontier settelement, it did have a common bath house. It wasn't luxurious or extravagant, nor was it fairly priced, but at least it would offer hot water and a means to clean up after this whole mess. Well, either that, or they could just go skinny-dipping in the river, though that might be a bit cold with the sun setting on them...