The two girls shopping was a peaceful thing. The two did however learn that while minor healing potions weren't too expensive, actual and effective antidotes cost quite a bit. Then again, Palisade Town didn't have many skilled pharmacists or alchemists to begin with, given it's relative small size, and there were a lot of other adventurers around that also wanted their pultices, so it was understandable. Still, they'd managed to scrape toegther the things Big Red had asked for, and Druid Girl had insisted on buying a length of durable rope - though she hadn't said why.

Done with their shopping, the duo were now casually strolling through the slowly awakening streets of the town, enjoying the morning sun. As they walked, Steppe Archer piped up with a question, and some background as to her own reasons for coming here and wanting to be an adventurer. Druid Girl smiled and happed her chin, looking up at the sky above, her eyes looking a bit daydreamy.

"I grew up on a farm." She finally said. "I did the same old thing everyday. Endless repetition, day in and day out. But whenever I got some spare time, I'd go out into the wilds around my home. I loved walking the forest paths, watching the animals and finding caves and meadows and glades..." She stated, looking back to her companion with a sweet expression. "I always longed to do and see things beyond my home, beyond monotony. So, I guess-" She laughed and scratched the back of her head. "-I became one because I'm just selfish. I don't have a goal or dream to achieve, I just like walking outdoors and seeing new things, new places and new people... I, I guess that's kind of silly, huh?" She said, looking a bit sheepish and scratching her arm.

While their lizardman friend had not specified a place to regroup, Druid Girl had made the suggestion that they should head for the East Gate and meet up with the client for the escort quest there. After all, the man probably wouldn't come to the Guild to fetch his own bodyguards, and Big Red likely wasn't going to sit on his scaly butt and wait for them to come back either. Thus, the caramel-skinned girl unilateraly decided to pull her acher-friend along.

Once reaching the gates though, they were greeted by a sad sight. The first was the wagon, a shoddy and splintery thing, looking like it'd been put together by an amateur hobbyist. The second was the horse - an old, scraggy and tired-looking mare with listless eyes and saggy features. The last one was the man - a middle aged fellow with a balding head, mutton chops and sun-tanned leathery skin. He wore a grey tunic, grey wool pants and a pair of mudcaked and weatherworn boots. He was chewing on something as he stood next to his cart, leaning against the rough, uneven surface of it. The entire ensemble looked, in a single word, shabby. The man picked at his nose, withdrew the finger, looked at the contents and then flicked it casually away onto the street.

Druid Girl stood frozen for a bit, taking in the sight, before turning to look at Steppe Archer.

"W... Well! He looks... Rustic." She said, a nervous, unconvincing smile on her lips.