Druid Girl got a laugh from the farmer, it seemed no one wanted to see what the reptilian fighter was packing! What a sad day. But the farmer sneered at what he said, which was received with a cool look. [color=red]"Just started yesterday, and I already have plans of climbing the ranks. It will take time, but I have the patience to earn the trust and experience needed to continue."[/color] He stated, why did humans always have to rush things?

Aww I didn't get to Steel, or Ruby Rank in a couple weeks woe ways me! Then again humans also tended to be glory seekers, whereas he just wanted to be productive. But he had limited options given his lack of...skills when it comes to real crafting. Was it only humans who really always tried for the quick easy instant gratification? Was it because they were still a fairly young species? Did lizard fighter actually know any of this? Dunno.

Ahead though there was a hand-card, broken and abandoned. Already the Fighter was on high alert, looking around slowly so as to not draw much attention to the fact that he was taking apart his surroundings with his eyes. When he looked off to the side he noticed the messed up grass and shrubbery. Something had happened here, but what? Archer Girl requested the wagon stop so they could check it out. He continued on a ways, actively leading now but still staying within lunging distance of the wagon.

He stepped off to the side though and gave the hand-cart a once over. Weathered wood, grayed with age, some rust on the axle, pins, and such. There was a decent sized stone near it, which he scooped up before returning to the group. The stone looked small when it was in his hands and he was just rolling it back and forth. Scraping off dirt, grass, and some moss. He wasn't any good with a sling or bow, but a big stone he could throw pretty damn good and it was his only ranged option right now.