Steppe Archer would smile at the honest answer given to her. She didn't think it was a silly thing at all. Patting the Druid Girl on the shoulder, the nomad would say: [color=CC6633][b]"It isn't silly at all. Everyone's a little selfish. I ran away from home because I didn't want to marry someone. ...Admittedly, even my father thought running was better. Besides, I bet a lot of adventurers just...wanted an adventure! Its in the name and all. Excitement and danger...even if you might get hurt, I think its still worth it to chase a dream like that."[/b][/color] The archer's smile was bright, maybe even rivaling the morning sun before she would relax a bit, pulling back to just her normal goofy grin. 

Once they were on their way to meet their client, Steppe Archer had a certain...image in mind when it came to a merchant. And this man with his wagon that looked like it had never been blessed by the hand of a carpenter, a horse that looked like it would rather be dead than here, and the [i]NOSE PICKING[/i] definitely didn't fit. Steppe Archer looked visibly distressed at the sight of the horse, her hair seemingly floofing down a tad as she looked at the mare with sad eyes. [color=CC6633][b]"Poor thing..."[/b][/color] she said, wondering if she could get the poor thing an apple somewhere. But, they had a job to do. And with the client right there, staring and gasping would do little good. Stepping up to the plate, Steppe Archer would put on her best smile as she approached the man, asking: [color=CC6633][b]"Hello there sir, are you the farmer looking for an escort back to the Eastern Farmstead?"[/b][/color]

...She just really, really hoped this wagon wouldn't break down halfway through and require them to carry the goods by hand...she couldn't imagine the horse or wagon really lasting that much longer.