At the lizardman's comment about his guardsmen being irresponsible drunks, the Guard Captain could say little except;

"Boredome and youth make for a poor pair, the town hasn't had any real trouble in the past six months." He said it in a way that seemed to indicate he was worried about something. "Of course, that's no excuse for failing your duties. But don't worry, after they've recovered, they won't be doing this kind of foolishness again..." He trailed off, and a very scary expression spread across his face, making at least Druid Girl feel a shiver run down her spine.

The man said little to the archer after she commented about them not being full-time guards, and he only wished them a polite 'good luck' as they left, obviously more concerned about his own chores and duties now taat the formalities and explanations were over. The druid grabbed her shield last, weighing it in her hands and then strapping it to her left forearm, moving it about a bit to see how it felt. It was a bit on the heavy side, even for a wooden shield, but it was strong and sturdy and of remarkably decent quality - as far as equipment for frontier town guards went. Noticing both her companions leave the office, she said her farewell to the Captain and rushed after the pair, only to find that Steppe Archer was gone.

At least, for a while... Soon she came dashing back, apparently having thought that going their seperate ways to patrol was a good idea. Which it wasn't, no matter how you sliced the bread. Big Red made this clear, and a snide misogynist comment about their physical strength. True, overpowering a fully grown man, especially if he was a drunken adventurer, might have eben tough if they only used their hands - but the druid could always give them a taste of her frosty spell, which would likely simmer down any rowdy ruffian in a snap. As for the archer? If she could leap onto a charging boar and clamp down on its back with her thighs, and remain on it, surely she could do similarily to a wobbly, slurring lush with fuzzy sight.

Still though, as they were just outside the garrison, the guard from the entrance came over to them, holding a set of three torches in his arms.

"You lot ain't gonna do much good patrollin' without 'ese." He said, in a thick accent. "Ain't none gonna be seein'em shield-crests if ya ain't got no torch to make'em visible, yeah?"  The young fellow made a good point, handing the flammable sticks over before returning to his post at the front door.

"I think staying together is the best choice too." Druid Girl said. "If we ran into a bunch of thieves or a group of drunks, it'd be a hassle to deal with them by yourself." She expressed, finding that a group was more efficient when dealing with another group.

And so they set off, heading first towards the north end of town, where they would then circle to the east - clockwise, like the captain had instructed. The north part of town was where many of richer families lived, as well as where the temple was located - the one where Guard Lady had been left by Steppe Archer earlier the same day. It was also home to the mayor's manor and a few, higher-class establishments where a simple drink cost as much as a large meal, a strong drink and a fine room at your average inn. By the sheer fact that it was the district for the more wealthy and well-off citizens, chances were low that this would be an arae with any real trouble.

As they walked along the brick-laid roads, inbetween manors and two-storey buildings with embellished posts and ornaments, Druid Girl's eyes slowly scanned from side to side, looking down alleys or narrower paths to see if she could see anything. But, apart from a few nobles out late for either eating, drinking or socializing, there really wasn't that much going on. So, the girl took to first humming a tune as they walked, side by side. Then humming eventurally turned into a soft, low song though.

"[i]Great Big Oak, full of leaves, won't you come and dance with me?
The wind blows kind, the skies are clear, the birds sing very happily.
At your roots, where acorn lie, the squirrels for tasty treats they spy.
And on the hill, not far away, the spring-born deerlings jump and play.
So dance with me, Great Big Oak, your splendor known to all forest-folk~[/i]"