At the offer to be taught swordplay, the nomadic girl had to wonder if she should be insulted, or glad since her lizard companion seemed like a good person to learn swordfighting from. Either way, it...seemed a bit smarter for someone his size to have a weapon of this size, but she assumed that was why he used a club instead of a sword. Or maybe that was a temporary weapon. Honestly, she figured the bigger the man, the bigger the weapon, but that didn't make sense after a certain point. Regardless, she was content to learn how to use a fine sword like this, so long as she didn't get too rusty with her people's style of swordfighting. 

With the farmer's approval gained, Steppe Archer would keep quiet, trying to silence her stomach. She had considered the Lizard Fighter's offer of food, but...she'd feel bad. After all, the goblin's victim must be starving. If she came around to being able to eat, then she'd want her to have the meat instead. She would quietly lay down in a pile of hay, nose sharp enough to sniff out where the dung was and curl up with her equipment and gear at her side. [color=CC6633][b]"...We should get moving at dawn. Or whenever we hear the roosters...good night everyone..."[/b][/color] the nomad girl said before falling asleep at a ludicrously fast rate.