Steppe Archer's smile only brightened at the prospect of their job getting easier with the bright moons being out. It certainly made alleyways more inviting, with each hour passing only making each place a more unsafe place for darkness to dwell. She really did feel like they were doing great, even if this was just a single, well-lit night on the job. If she didn't feel like getting harassed by drunks on a bi-nightly basis was a turn-off, she might well have considered swapping careers...but adventures sounded a lot more fun than guard duty. Still, she wouldn't mind taking a job like this another time, if needed to.

As the time grew nearer for them to end their night off and head to bed, Steppe Archer would yawn and stretch, energy finally having hit its limits. [color=CC6633][b]"Yeah, we just...gotta get back to the garrison, get paid, and go to bed."[/b][/color] she would say, starting to walk towards the center of town with her companions, then back north to the garrison. It was simple enough to get back, and, with the time limit having just been hit, it was a good time for the nomadic archer to finally bottom out on stamina. 

Thankfully, nothing would happen as they entered, the archer stepping forward to say: [color=CC6633][b]"We patrolled around, and no trouble sir! We found a drunk, but...he found out that going home was a lot better than spending the night in a cell,"[/b][/color] she would say, extinguishing her torch and saluting.