Lizard Fighter listened to the girls talk around the small fire as he swam around. Making sure he was good and clean, well as clean as cold water could make someone. The Archer Girl was now dressed and drying while the Druid began to disrobe. He didn't even bother looking at her chest, the girls were pleasant to look at but it wasn't mating season. He rose up and began to leave the water, the water sloughing off his water-resistant scales.

Once out of the water he went to his little pack and pulled out a cloth. Whipping it and twisting it he had a new and dry loincloth. Turning away the girls would only see his back as he changed loincloths. The soaked cloth was unfurled and laid on a flat rock next to the flames. [color=red]"I'd appreciate not being called lizzie-poo."[/color] He stated, he knew she was doing it in fun but he didn't want it to stick.

His brush was banged against his thigh, shaking the water from the boar bristle brush before it was slipped back into his satchel. He was drying faster than the Archer since his scales didn't absorb water or cling to hair. So he was getting dressed, pulling on his leather clothing and buckler and such until he looked fighting ready. He pulled his beastly knife out to check its edge before sliding it back into its sheathe.

[color=red]"So turn in the paper and potentially get the patrolling job? Or would you two like to rest for the night and take on something potentially better tomorrow?"[/color] He asked while his emerald colored eyes looked the two over. He clearly wouldn't push them, doing a job exhausted led to disaster after all.