The reptilian man shrugged those beefy shoulders before he tugged his studded club from its place at his belt. The Archer mentioned that she didn't want to see his junk, which just got a grin from the behemoth. Druid Girls face was still pretty red but she seemed to be calming herself down now that she was in the wagon and settled in.

During his travels to Pallisade Town he had heard of bandits. But he never encountered them, mostly because he didn't stick to the roads very much. Humans gravitated or made their own civilizations or roads and kind of stuck to them despite some of claiming to just want freedom or some shit. They had freedom but then they decided to get stupid and steal to go do stuff in the areas they ran away from in the first place!

The Farmer mentioned rumors about rogue adventurer's, which earned him a raised eye-ridge from the back. He picked up his pace some and began circling around to the front of the slow moving wagon. [color=red]"Don't trust every rumor you hear. I can only imagine a really down on his luck, or shitty, adventurer going rogue.[/color] He rumbled out while he watched the nearby tree-lines. He was just ahead and to the left of the plodding old mare.

Then came the subject of goblins. They were bold enough to steal, but not bold enough to confront the Farmer. It seemed three were poking the nest, but if it was [b]just[/b] three they'd be more discrete. [color=red]"We'll be going after them once you're escorted home."[/color] The Fighter stated as he kept what looked like a lazy pace. Those long legs easily keeping him ahead of the tired old hoss.