[center][color=CC6633][b]"I could have broken him in too, if that tree wasn't there,"[/b][/color] Steppe Archer insisted, much to the chuckling of the guild reporters. What? She could have![/center]

	While Steppe Archer was a bit reassured by the fact that she didn't stink, she was a bit amazed by the money split. Wouldn't it being a 33/33/33 split have been fairer? She didn't particularly mind the danger, since she got to do a sweet boar-back rodeo, but she figured that maybe the Lizard Fighter would appreciate it far more, given that he was actually trying to fight. Still, the feeling of coin in her hands was a pleasant weight, which was soon shifted to a simple coin pouch on her belt. A pleased smile crossed her lips, as she wondered what she could buy Torchfire for feed after this job. Maybe a bunch of apples would make her favorite girl happy, but she'd have to decide later. Right now though, she would puff her chest out proudly, and go get them that patrol duty for three.

She hoped that this guard would be a lot less of a...prick? Nah, no way she'd know that term. Stick in horse shit? Better. Hopefully the next guard would be less of a stick in horse shit, since if every guard was just a cynical coward, she'd start wondering how this town actually remained standing. Since if like all of them were scared of boars, one would have to wonder why they bothered taking up the job to guard a remote backwater little town like this. But, once they found the Guard Captain, she would proudly present the proof of their patrol duty enlistment, before saluting. [color=CC6633][b]"Steppe Archer, falling in!"[/b][/color] she would proclaim, having learned from seeing a lot of the guards saluting and shouting when called to attention that generally, you wanted to be professional.

...However, her salute was being done with the wrong hand, her feet were just facing a bit away from each other, and one side of her hair was still only half dried. Despite her energy, she was a bit of a mess.