The farmer being a dumb jerk that didn't appreciate gratitude aside, today was going great! They were making good way back towards the guild before the talk of mice mating tugged at the nomadic archer's ears. ...Who sat there and watched mice? Was it some sort of druidic ritual? IS THAT HOW YOU GET MAGIC!?

[color=CC6633][b]"I'm gonna go check on my horse real quick. Meet you guys at the guild!"[/b][/color] the archer said, before running off to go make sure that Torchfire was getting the care she deserved. Before she even had a proper meal herself, she would make sure that her horse was cared for. She was glad that she'd managed to pay for a few days of stable and feed ahead of time when she first arrived, and hoped that these two finished quests could afford her many more. With the sheathed longsword on her back, the girl couldn't help but wonder if it was smarter to sell it, or use it in lieu of her rather well-worn side at her hip. For now though, she figured she would keep it and hope that, somehow, she could make use of it in spite of its larger-than-she-was-used-to size. 

Regardless, once it was all settled that her precious ward was full, cared for, and got plenty of pats along her mane, Steppe Archer would reconvene with her fellows at the guild. Her work was probably the shortest of the three, so she would take a seat and wait at a table.