A long, long bout of silence followed the archer girl being told that those herbs were basically worthless since every alchemist had them. One could almost see her soul trying to leave her body, feeling like an idiot for wasting an entire afternoon traipsing around the woods, avoiding stepping in dung, all for herbs that nobody needed. The thud of the archer's head against the table signaled that she understood how much of a colossal waste of time that all was.

As the druid came to realize that the literal only quest available to them was to kill roaches, the archer righted her head on the table, chin pressed down as she said: [color=CC6633][b]"Do noooot...seriously! Its not gonna work out good. There's rats as big as my head down there, the roaches have diseases, and if just one bites you it can be a disaster! Its better for people with full armor to do, but trudging around in sewer water in armor is gonna be awful too."[/b][/color] Marching over and standing beside the druid, the archer would wiggle her fingers on her left hand, adding: [color=CC6633][b]"Me and Big Red would be fine since he's got a thick hide and I've got lots of padding, but if you got bit it'd be over like that!"[/b][/color] she said, emphasizing with a tickling pinch of the druid girl's tanned side. 

With her quirky demonstration over with, the archer would go back to the table and sit down, looking at her bag of herbs. [color=CC6633][b]"...I don't wanna lose another party I like because of some dumb bugs. I'll pick as many herbs as it takes, and sleep in the cold if it means we can go a day without wading through poop to fight bugs,"[/b][/color] she said, hanging her head a bit. She was still shaken from how Guard Lady, a woman who seemed so much stronger than her, just...collapsing and vomiting after a few bites from roaches. From disease. From a damnable plague that they were being told to go exterminate for copper.