At the sound of Big Red's laughter, Druid Girl felt more and more like she wanted to sink through the floor of the barn and disappear. That is, until the big lug threw her a piece of dried jerky. Like an excited squirrel, the girl almost leapt into the air and caught the tiny preserved morsel, and then just like her fellow female companion, tore into it like as if she hadn't eaten for days on end. Within mere moments the piece of dry meat was gone, and Druid girl was sitting on her knees, with a content and happy smile on her face.

"That really was delicious." She added onto Steppe Archer's comment about the, honestly, really bland and unimpressive food.

It didn't take long for Big Red to stir and go about business, bringing back a bucket for the girls to wash themselves off with. The druid patiently waited for her turn, letting her archer-friend go at it first. After waving the other lass off, as the huntress ran to thank the farmer - for whatever reason - the raven-haired girl proceeded to wash herself. It wasn't a full bath, but at least her hands, face and other important bits got a rinse. She also used a small rag to wipe down the still-sleeping red-head. Careful and gently, as if she was wiping a brittle glass figurine... Which might not have been too far froma realistic comparison.

The farmer, over at his rustic home, wasn't in any better a mood since yesterday. He had small bags under his eyes and was busy making breakfast - which he clearly informed Steppe Archer was for [i]him[/i] and that there weren't enough to feed free-loaders. Even when thanked for his [i]hospitality[/i] the man waved the jnomad off, saying they should get going and not waaste time here anymore. Obviously he was in no desire to have distractions on his farm that didn't pitch in and make his daily chores easier.

When all was said and done, everyone had gathered their things and made sure they were ready, the party gathered at the entrance of the farmstead. Big Red had once again been assigned to carry the catatonic victim of gobs, and Steppe Archer was made to lead the way, on account of her expertise with noticing subtle movements and such in brush and foliage. The druid would walk leisurely alongside the lizardman, checking to see how their [i]luggage[/i] was doing every so often, while trying to hold a conversation with the stoic and pragmatic reptilian man.. Sadly, he didn't seem to be the type who was interested in the plumage of small birds, the distribution of flowers or the particular mating-haqbits of field mice... He was far more interested in plucking feathers of said small birds, ripping up any useful flowers and eating mice as snacks... Or so the druid got the impression, at least...

Their journey back to Palisade Town was long and uneventful, and while the trip from the sttlement to the farm had been on a slow-moving carriage, at least the girls hadn't had to walk all the distance themselves. They also hadn't had to carry a sleeping, maimed, half-dead adventurer along with them. As such, the pace to return home was notablyt slower, but slow and steady wins the race, and eventually they could make out the outlines of the tall, spiked walls that surrounded their impromptu home. Druid Girl let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness nothing tried to jump out and ambush us." She stated cheerfully. A line like this was often cause for comedic timing, or the way to raise a death-flag, but fortunately it seemed fate was kind enough to forgive such a slip of the tongue, this time. "We should hurry back to town. RRed, can you take the girl and drop her off at the temple? I'll go and report to the guild about what happened with the farmer, cave and.... The... Others in her group..." her words trailed off and she got a downcast, somewhat sad look to her face.

But, then the girl brightened up after shaking her head. A sunny smile and sheen to her eyes. She let out a small laugh as she ran ahead of the other two, turning her head backwards and waving at them to hurry up.

"C'mon! Let's go, you two! If we hurry, we can be back before noon ends! [i]Lunch~[/i] [i]Lunch~[/i] [i]Lunch~[/i] [i]Luuuuunch~[/i]" The girl half-yelled, and then sang, her motives becoming obviously clear as to why she desired to hurry.