Steppe Archer would beam as the fire was lit, ceasing her shivering as she crouched before it. [color=CC6633][b]"I'll have to remember that one. I'm not used to being without tools at hand, never had to think of it much back home,"[/b][/color] the nomad girl would say, hands stretched out towards the fire. Once she was dry enough, she'd start adding onto the pile herself in order to keep it going, having a second set of smallclothes to wear while her own were in her bag, needing to be washed when daylight came. now thankfully, the archer could don her tribal dress with pride, warming up with a grin on her lips. 

Seeing the Lizardman bathing, Steppe Archer couldn't help but admire how...experienced he'd seemed. At least in terms of survival and fighting, he was leagues ahead of where Steppe Archer was in preparedness. Sure, she could probably kill most anything normal within a certain distance, but in a melee fight, she had to just hope that her skill was superior without confidence in her strength. Then, her attention turned to the druid girl, before she would offer an even larger smile. [color=CC6633][b]"You're really nice. Even though we could have gotten more pay, and more loot, you didn't want to step on the lives of a family. I can respect that."[/b][/color]

Taking her bow free of her back, Steppe Archer looked at it, before chuckling and scratching her drying hair. [color=CC6633][b]"I'm no saint, really. My tribe hunts and kills a lot of animals, since the place we live in has bad soil. Only thing that grows there is grass fit for grazing animals,"[/b][/color] she would say before getting up to get more firewood, leaving her bow and quiver by a tree trunk left from the town's early development. Returning with a large bundle of dry wood and sticks, Steppe Archer would feed them in periodically to keep the fire going, but not growing. Sitting with her knees clutched against her chest and arms clutching her kneecaps, Steppe Archer rested her cheek against the pit of her elbow. 

[color=CC6633][b]"...Adventuring is fun. Even just this much,"[/b][/color] Was all that escaped her lips before she fell silent, warming and drying more by the fire, and occasionally feeding it. She'd have to tell the Lizardman that she thought he was nice too, and compliment him on his skills. Maybe he'd even teach her a few secret swampy survival tactics.