Money was nice, jingled nicely, and the weight of the sack in the archer's hand had a fair amount of weight that made her smile. This is really what it felt like to earn your keep...even if it was in reality just a bunch of copper coins. Money was money, and money meant food, and shelter, and food for her horse, and shelter for her horse...and other things besides those. Even if she enjoyed the freedom of the steppe, even she couldn't deny the allure of coin when it jingled so nicely!

Regardless, she'd get broken out of seeing the dollar signs by the ungodly grumbling of the starveling druid's stomach. The archer was impressed that the girl seemed capable of eating so much, and even more impressed that she managed to hold in her own laughter...albeit, while ballooning her cheeks up much like a croaking frog. It was painfully obvious she found that hilarious, but was only saved by their lizard companion pushing them both out in their heels to go get some food. Rubbing her own nearly empty stomach, the archer said: [color=CC6633][b]"Bread sounds nice! Filling, warm, fresh out of the oven bread...this way!"[/b][/color]

With her can-do attitude and freakish sense of smell for a human, the archer would gently lead the two along to the bakery that the druid girl had mentioned, drooling slightly as the scent of fresh-baked loaves flooded from the chimney, and around the door. For a moment it seemed the girl's stomach had even eaten her brain, as she tried to just get the door open a few times, not looking at the handle as she grasped not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times before finally managing it. 

She was a mess for loaves, it seemed.