Steppe Archer would freeze at the truth and bluntness of the Lizard Fighter's mention of her smell, causing her to react as if she'd actually just gotten jabbed in her side, leaning to the right on one foot off balance, arms raised in the air as she expressed her shock. [color=CC6633][b]"I-I mean...People are just scared of the smell of adventure!"[/b][/color] she would exclaim, looking actually a bit downtrodden at the idea of her permanently being labeled as "stinky" for her first job.

[color=CC6633][b]"Let's all go in together. Might as well, since it isn't like we have anywhere else to be until the quest is all finished up,"[/b][/color] Steppe Archer would say, offering a fair point. What, were they going to loiter around at the guild hall twiddling their thumbs? They'd all agreed to join up as a party for another quest after, so she didn't see much reason for anyone to sit out the briefing. Regardless of the decision made on who should report, Steppe Archer would be fairly satisfied with the divided pay. Smiling at her paltry sum of coins, she marveled at how heavy hard-earned coin really felt. No wonder she'd heard of many adventurers going broke or into debt after huge payouts. She'd get nervous carrying about a large sum, having never even seen a whole gold piece at one time all her life. 

[color=CC6633][b]"Patrol time!"[/b][/color] the nomad girl would declare, before heading over to the quest board eagerly to see if the quest had been taken up by someone earlier or not. If so then...guess that was it for the night.