Druid Girl was happy to hear Stppe Archer's comment about the adventuring life. She always felt a bit guilty whenever she thought about the reasons for [i]why[/i] she had gone out into the world, but at least now she had her parents' blessing to do so - so that was a load off at least. Still, she couldn't help but worry about the two back at their farm, especially since her father had gotten so sick that one time...  Still, now wasn't the time for taht. Her spunky comrade had already waltzed on over and spoken to the nose-picker-'n-flicker, who had turned his leathery face to size her up and down. He then looked over the archer's shoulder over at the drid, a disgruntled snort left his nostrils.

"Aye, that be me. But when I tolds the Guild I wanted an escort for my wagon back home, I didn't mean [i]that[/i] kind of escort." He said - making obvious remark about Druid Girl's attire. The caramel-hued cutie simply blinked, apparently unaware of what sort of escort he was implying that she be. "Still, the Guild so short-handed that they could only send tow wee girls? Things must be worse than bad, eh?" He asked, turning his  head back forwards and spitting out a glob of snotty saliva.

"We actually have another companion. He should be making his way over here shortly." Druid Girl stated, though she didn't seem as happy as Steppe Arhcer, in fact, she seemed more along the lines of annoyed and irritated as she spoke tot he man.

"That so? Well, hope it's a big and tough fella'. No offense, but having you two in my cart might attract bandits rather than scare 'em off." The man stated, while inspecting his rather unclean fingers for lack of anything else to do.

As Big Red arrived though, Druid Girl's expression brightened and she quickly hurried over to the lizardman. Upon his question, she nodded and reached into her small travelling bag, rummaging around for a bit before pulling out a small, buralp pouch, with three bottles in it.

"Yep, we sure did." She said with a bright smile. "Though, the antidotes were really pricey... Oh, here, the change." She said, as she handed her lizardy friend both his potions and the left-over money from his purchase. Meanwhile, the farmer was now standing with his jaw agape, staring at the Lizardman warrior with a mix of fear and awe on his face, no longer leaning against the wagon.

"Wha-Wh-Wha-" He stuttered. "Who's this giant!?" He exclaimed in shock and confusion. Druid Girl turned to look at him, a quizzical expression on her face as she tilted her head in her own confusion.

"This is our friend. The one I told you about?"
"But he's a giant lizard!" The man responded.
"Yes... He's rather big. And red. And really strong. And smart. And-" The Druid explained.
"Alright! Alright! I get it! Jeez, he's a freakin'  God-send! Why don't ya tell me the size of his willy while you're at it?" The farmer said, waving dismissively. Druid Girl's face went bright red.
"I-I-I haven't seen his [i]willy[/i] so I wouldn't know! how big it is" She blurted out before even thinking... Which only resulted in her face now becoming the same shade as a ripe tomato. The farmer looked at her, raised an eyebrow and then laughed a hearty, good-natured laugh.

Embarrassed and blushing, Druid Girl quickly moved away from big Red and headed behind the wagon, on the opposite side of the three others present, obviously wanting to hide herself for a bit. The farmer looked back to both Steppe Archer and the Lizardman, nodding, now having a friendlier smile on his face.

"Well, keepin' a fellow like you with us should keep [i]everything[/i] at bay." He said, almost chuckling. "Can't let ya ride in the wagon tho', big guy. Don't think me old nag could pull all that extra weight." He said. "Girls are fine though, they can't be weighing too much." He added, a cheeky smirk on his lips.

He then began to clamper onto the wagon's front seat, adjusting his bottom on the cheap straw cushion covered by nothing but a ratty, itchy-looking bundle-wrap. The wagon itself had no other seats, just a square compartment behind the driver's seat where goods and cargo could be stored. Speaking of, the cart had some things in it already. There wasa a big wooden crate, with a sheet over it, a single small close-lidded barrel, a few sacks and then there were the usual things, like a length of rope, some basic camping and outdoorss tools, a bucket and some firewood. Once the farmer was seated properly, he turned his head back to the group.

"Listen up, alright? Got here yesterday, sold off some things from my farm and got a right decent deal. Now I've stocked up on supplies and things so I won't hafta come to town for a right long time. Thing is, the stuff I'm bringin' back is usually the kinda stuff that attracts them unsavory types. So it be you three's job to be protect me, my horse and the cargo, got it?"