The Archer was apparently energized, and Druid Girl offered to braid all that hair. The joys of being hairless, no braids, no shaving, no having to take care of something extra! Gotta save up those copper pieces. Druid Girl awwwed when he nixed the lizzie-poo which earned her an eye roll. The Archer was trying her best not to laugh it seemed. Humans were so strange. Still the group started to get up and break 'camp'. His tail thumped to the ground and casually swept the coals and heated rocks into the stream. Only a black smear on the ground was evidence that they had been there.

Stretching his back, and eliciting a few loud cracks, he started to move with the girls back into town. He reached back and pulled the slightly bloodstained letter of accomplishment out of his satchel. He could have zipped ahead but he stayed with the girls, he didn't want them to think he'd take the whole reward. He was mainly a fighter, not a thief.

[color=red]"Have either of you ever given a report before?"[/color] He questioned as they walked along. It didn't sound hard, but how detailed were you supposed to get? Was it verbal, paper, or both? It felt like the Guild didn't explain everything, probably assumed their porcelains would die at every turn.