Lizard Fighter stretched his arms out with twin loud cracks from his shoulders as the girls talked about the Druid Girls druidic Teacher. It was settled that they'd dip in the river, so while they moved out the large reptilian man pulled a brush out of his satchel. It looked like something someone would use on a horse to get dirt and grime from their fur. The Archer Girl led the way since she had apparently been there before. Which got a thought to come to the forefront, she had bathed here to get rid of the sewer smell. Luckily it was moving water, humans didn't want to dip in that.

Once they got to the shore the Archer immediately began to strip down to nothing. He had expected her to stop at her smallclothes but she had ether no shame or no fucks to give. Shrugging he began to work off his own clothing while the Druid gathered dead twigs, branches, and fibers to make a fire with. It took him a little bit to get his clothes off, except he kept his loincloth on. He didn't feel like scaring the girls.

Druid mentioned she didn't have flint and steel, Archer girl had at this point mentioned a fire, which got him to look at Druid. [color=red]"Should always carry a flint and steel."[/color] He said before reaching into his satchel again. A smooth gray stone and his massive knife were retrieved while his tail moved around what she had gathered. A bundle of dry grass and bark were made into a little pile. Swamps made fire difficult to start due to the wetness but not impossible.

Striking the flint with the back of his blade the sparks showered the dry kindling, lighting it up quick enough thanks to the grass. These small movements alone got the muscles in his arms and back to dance under his crimson scales. He moved the small flame ball into the stone ring before snapping twigs and setting them on it. The dry wood and bark was catching quickly, soon he was putting larger pieces on. [color=red]"If you want it to last longer you'll need green wood. Preferably not pine, pine smokes horribly."[/color] He explained before standing up. Just that simple movement made the muscles of his ripple dramatically. Maybe he was putting a show on for the girls? Doubtful.

Without further adieu he strode into the water with his brush in hand. Once fully submerged he began to scrub away at himself, scratching off drying and dried blood. Bits of gore pulp floated lazily away to get devoured by hungry fish further downstream. The joys of having a tail, one could scrub their own back without a long handle. He was going to be a while thanks to his scales though. The stream got murky a little away from where he had vanished into it only to vanish with the flow. Rising up, the top of his head breaking the surface, he idly swam about a little to make sure he was fully clean. He looked much like an alligator like this. A big red gator.