"Tnaks for yer business. Feel free to drop by any time if ya lot ever need anything' else." The blacksmith, showcasing his toothy smile - mostly concealed by his facial hair - once again. The large, muscular man scooped up the coins left by his customers and opened up what was, in essence, a very primitive cash register. As he tipped his giant bear-mitt of a hand to the side, the sound of clinking coins falling into the wooden container was quite remeniscent of rain on a roof during a storm... Except much more brief in duration. Done and content with himself, the smith waved the trio a friendly farewell, before marching into the backroom where he'd tossed his inept son earlier, and began howling and yelling at the boy about various things - including, but not limited to, customer service, work-ethics, motivation, his utter lack of talent with the forge, how he smelled like old cheese and other less important matters.

Raising an amused eyebrow, Druid Girl turned from the counter and waltzed on over to Big Red by the entrance. Apparently she was very pleased with her purchase, as she kept looking at her new bracers, holding her arms up and turning them from side to side, inspecting the leather protection with the same enthusiasm that a young noblewoman showed after she'd purchased a fancy, and expensive, dress of questionable practicality.

Once she heard the other two mention their thoughts though, she tapped her chin in thought before replying.

"I honestly don't think there'll be much at the guild at this hour, at least not when it comes to available jobs. Most of the good stuff gets grabbed right after they post the questss in the morning. The only things that doesn't get picked up are usually stuff like clearing out the sewers or quests that take you reeeaaaally far from town and pay reeeeeaaaally little money in return." She mentioned. After all, Druid Girl had been in Palisade Town for a while longer than the other two, so she had managed to pick up on how things worked over at the adventuring guild during her stay in the frontier settlement.

"I don't think exchanging our money would be a real issue either. Most shops and services have change in coppr, so even if we over-pay for somethign with silver, it shouldn't matter. Still, if you'd rather have coppers on you, that's up to you." She said, tilting her head at the Steppe Archer and looking a bit puzzled as to why the nomad would want to carry a large, jingling sum of coins that just screamed: 'Hey! I got money! Please purse-snatch me!'... But perhaps they didn't have different types of currency where she was from?

Exiting the smithy, Druid Girl stretched and arched her back slightly backwards, letting out a long and cutesy 'Hmmmmmmmmmmm~'!'-sound as she did, before letting her arms to drop along her sides. Turning back to look at her companions she spoke up again.

"We might wanna pick up some new potions, to replace the ones we used when helping that girl in the cave... Oh, and if we're going into the sewers, we might wnna pick up some torches, or a lantern. It's really murky and dingy down there." She suggested. "Other then that, I don't think I've got any more shopping I wanna do... Except maybe for a snack... Or two..."