It was a shame that her suggestion wouldn't work out, but the archer felt that she'd be a bad person if she didn't at least try and suggest a peaceful alternative. Though, yeah, if someone wanted her tribe's land, she'd fight back too. There was only so much one could do, after all, and letting one's family die was never an option. She'd do the same in his position, she assumed. 

At the actual listing of everything that went into learning the entirety of a new sword's benefits, the girl's usual smile gradually got replaced with a pout. [color=CC6633][b]"Nnn...That's way too much. I'm fine with my curvy sword, better for fighting mounted anyways,"[/b][/color] she said, stowing the sword and putting it on her back. [color=CC6633][b]"Besides the arrows, I don't think I'm gonna keep anything of what they have. My gear was worn down, sure, but its still in better shape,"[/b][/color] The archer said, proudly patting the knife on her hip. [color=CC6633][b]"And, no sewers. No,"[/b][/color] the archer said, making an X with her arms while shaking her head. [color=CC6633][b]"I've seen what's down there, and it is NOT pretty. Let's go see that blacksmith though,"[/b][/color] the nomad said, her feet already finding their way back to town. She hoped they'd find work today after this, but wasn't counting on it. At least they had a decent amount of coinage now though. 

For porcelain ranks, at least.