[color=CC6633][i]"Well...this conversation is going well..."[/i][/color] Steppe Archer thought as they rode along the road. She wasn't there for conversation but...still, stuff was getting more and more awkward. She hoped their client didn't think they were being snobbish, but his crudeness made it hard to take otherwise. Druid girl agreed with it in a logical way, but...the idea that her new profession was so depressing was, well, depressing. Steppe Archer would simply nod her head slowly to indicate she understood, remaining silent while she simply watched the road. Her keen eyes would likely be the first, if not only to spot the trampled ground. Reaching out her hand slowly, Steppe Archer would lay it on the farmer's shoulder before whispering: [color=CC6633][b]"Stop the wagon. That grass is suspicious."[/b][/color]

Her statement would be punctuated by the nomad pointing her finger ever so subtly at the patches of grass, hoping that the farmer had the good enough sense to stop for just a moment while the archer readied her bow, knowing the clearest signs of an ambush from her father teaching her how to hunt game as a child. Grass made for a natural cover, especially if one were to paint themselves the color of the land. The footprints looked fresh too, only a day old at best. It seemed they were about to meet these ignoble bandits face to face in a moment. Gently nudging the druid girl beside her, Steppe Archer wanted everyone ready in the event of an ambush up ahead. Breathing quietly enough to not be heard, the archer would whisper quietly to her druidic companion, asking: [color=CC6633][b]"Can any of your spells flush things out of hiding?"[/b][/color]