Druid Girl watched as Steppe Archer ran off, apparently having something to do while she and Big Red went to do a potion-run. That girl was certainly full of energy, all the time. It brought a slight smile to the nature mage's face. Then Big Red spoke up, again sharing his wisdom of the world with the girl. However, this time, she felt compelled to counter some of his 'lessons' with knowledge and common sense of her own.

"Alcohol might burn well, but it's dangerous to use. It's very hard to actually see the flames, and it burns out reallly fast. Plus, it's not like anyone around here would be seeling alcohol that's pure enough to use for fuel... Unless you think watered-down ale and wine'll do the trick." She laughed slightly. "Also, torches might be good for swminging around, but you're just as likely to set yourself on fire doing that. You might not have to worry about it, big guy, but me and the arhcer? Well, we got plenty more flammable bits on us..." She said, gently reaching back and tugging softly on her long, velvety, jet-black hair.

"Also, not sure what kinda lanterns your people have in the swamps, but the ones here we got here are just a brass frame with glass on all sides... They shed more light and reach further than a torch, plus they last way longer." She explained, while they walked. "Besides, if I'm not mistakaen, my Master told me something about open flames and certain gases that can interact and cause huge explosions... What was it again...?" She tapped her chin and seemed lost in thought for a bit. "... Err... It was somehting like meth... math...? Moth? ... Some kind of gas, anyway. And apparently, that kinda gas is generated by... Well... Poo." She made a grimace that was clearly a mix of disgust and embarrassment, having to talk about litteral feces with someone. "And if that gas is down in the sewers too, we might accidentlaly go ka-booom! if we swing a lit torch around, y'know?" She paused for a bit. "Come to think of it, I think Master also said that the same gas was common in swamps and bogs too... I've never actually seen it myself though, but it sounds dangerous." She continued.

Druid Girl would continue to speak freely and merrily, all the way to the store. The pair eventually arrived at the same shop that she and Steppe Archer had visited before, and after purchasing their desired items, they were off once again. This time to the noble district of the town, where they entered the local bank. After convincing the staff that Big Red wasn't there to rob the place, they were able to successfully convert their money. Druid Girl even opened an account and squirreled some of her earnings away. After this, it was back on track to the adventuring guild. Amazingly, despite all their running around and rather relaxed pace, they still somehow got back to the guild hall [i]before[/i] the archer.

"Pfft....! We just bathed, and now look at you." Druid Girl said, covering her mouth and stifling a laugh.

The poor poofy-haired nomad was covered in leaves, twigs and petals. She looked like she'd been running full-speed through the thickest undergrowth around, with reckless abandon and not caring what was in her path.... Actually, that sounded pretty much spot-on for this little bundle of energy. Druid Girl couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the nomad archer running through the woods, screaming like Tarzan. It was a very amusing mental picture. Still, once she calmed down, the druid noticed the bundle of herbs in the nomad's hands.

"You want to sell those?" She asked, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure some pharmacists would pay you for them, but that's a fairly common ingrediant... Which means most alchemists already have a decently large stock of them on hand..." The girl explained, not wanting to overly rain on the other's good intentions. Still, most alchemists knew where to gather those plants themselves, and those that had apprentices or employees likely would just send them out to fetch the herbs for free... 

"A-anyway!" Let's have a look at that quest boa-" Druid girl paused and looked at the single scrap of paper hanging from the board. "-oh... Roaches, huh?" She said, blinking and looking at the notice.

80 Measly copper for killing 20 giant bugs... While crawling arorund in an amonia-smelling, feces-wafting, dark, damp and unsanitary mess, right after getting cleaned and freshened up...? Well... That was 4 coppers per dead bug... And they couldn't be [i]that[/i] big, right? Druid girl stared in silence at the posting, trying to find reasons and justifiable arguments to actually motivate herself enough to take this job on.

It didn't go too well.