Steppe Archer was surprised that the Druid Girl's pixie only managed to find a single person. She was certain that a place like this was a prime spot for an ambush like that. Steppe Archer would gently pat the farmer's shoulder before the Druid Girl gave her instructions, cheerfully saying: [color=CC6633][b]"Well, we could all just go in at once...but then if there are more bandits waiting a-ways off, you could get robbed while we're off on a wild goose chase."[/b][/color] While she was glad that the farmer felt like they could handle an ambush (probably), the man's cowardice was really shining through. She supposed that most people just never knew what it meant to feel fire in their stomachs, but...coming from a culture where bravery was expected made this man have maybe -100 points in her mind. 

With her bow at the ready, Steppe Archer would salute with her free hand to the Druid Girl, saying: [color=CC6633][b]"I'll keep my distance, and keep an eye on the wagon. ...Be careful in there. If its a big enemy, come back here and we can fight them in the open."[/b][/color] With her peace said, Steppe Archer would give the old horse a tender stroke on the side of its head. It was one that was practiced and slow, setting the old beast of burden at ease. [color=CC6633][b]"Don't either of you worry, we'll get this settled and get you on the way."[/b][/color]