[color=CC6633][b]"Rogue adventurers...?"[/b][/color] the Steppe Archer would ask, her gaze turning thoughtfully to the roof of the wagon. ...She couldn't imagine what kind of circumstances might make someone turn to banditry. Poverty for certain, but to make one's entire living off of ruining the life of another? It felt...craven to even think about. And yet, she knew that some of her own people had likely left their home only to have to turn to that to survive. Steppe Archer was just glad that she, at least so far, had had the good fortune to succeed in her ventures, no matter how...stinky they wound up being. 

Then the talk of goblins...the craven species that tales were told of to scare children at night. From what she'd heard from her clansmen however, no matter what quarry, even something one dismisses as harmless can find itself to possess sharp fangs when its life is on the line. She wasn't quite sure if they would be as surprisingly deadly as giant rats or roaches, but she had to assume anything with thumbs and a brain could be more fierce in a fight than any normal beast.

[color=CC6633][b]"I'd rather not see it,"[/b][/color] Steppe Archer would say with a light chuckle to the Lizard Fighter's suggestion of him showing off his twig and berries. [color=CC6633][b]"Anyways, you can count on us, Sir. Any would-be bandits will be in for a big surprise if they even try,"[/b][/color] she would say, stringing her bow and sitting with it at her side, more than ready to protect the cargo if need be.