[color=CC6633][b]"Your master sounds like a really good person,"[/b][/color] Steppe Archer would say before getting back to work. The nickname of the lizard elicited a snicker from the Archer, cheeks puffed full of air as she struggled not to laugh. He'd fought hard and was super brave, but...[i]Lizzie-poo!?[/i] The archer did her best to not laugh when she thought of it. It didn't fit the lizard's huge frame, or his calm demeanor. But gods damned if it wasn't funny to imagine that being his real name. 

Once they had finished, the druid girl's mention of a bath sounded heavenly, but the pragmatism of the Lizardman's statement was more than fair. It wasn't like they HAD the money to go to a bathhouse...plus, who really minded a bit of cold water? They'd just have to dry off by a fire somewhere, and then they'd be ready to go. [color=CC6633][b]"The stream's fine by me. If you want to, we could take the time to boil some water, dampen some clothes, and clean off that way too. But we might not have time take on the patrol job,"[/b][/color] the archer would say, at least considerate of the druid girl's desire for a hot bath. [color=CC6633][b]"But, after that, I've still got plenty of energy! Riding that boar gave me way more strength than it took away."[/b][/color]

That statement might very well cement that the girl was less than sane to the two, but her endless source of energy was no doubt enviable after the drudgery of the guild work performed that day. Sewers, body-hauling, and then night duty, it seemed that if she didn't have to, the girl wouldn't sleep a wink until every porcelain quest was scrubbed clean of the guild's ledger. Leading them to the stream, Steppe Archer would begin disrobing herself, tossing her clothes into a heap before diving right into the ice-cold water as if it were just the right temperature. The river was thankfully calm enough to just wade in, and the girl's long silvery hair flowed serenely with the tide. She didn't even seem to consider the societal taboo of undressing before a male with the Lizardfolk Fighter's presence, and simply got to bathing away the gunk and guts of the daily grind off of her skin. By the time she was done, the girl's soaked hair would completely dangle down in a wet heap, making her look like a shaggy white abominable swamp beast with human skin. [color=CC6633][b]"Maybe we should build a fire..."[/b][/color]