Jennifer
"On the job, travelling for several days to go and kill something." *She clarified as she kept cutting up some kindling.* "Mm. Job should be simple enough anyway, probably some villagers got spooked by regular old wildlife, low risk."
Norma
"For me, it is. I've spent most of my life doing merchantry or simple adventures, but I've never... Killed anything as big as that frog before. And never anything for money. I've been looking for a sweet and simple job like this for awhile now, and this finally seems to be it." Carlyn replied, pushing herself up into a sit. The dog's own body structure seemed to convay that — without her leather armor, it was easy to see her body build. She wasn't muscular, nor was she particularly stout. Her structure was rather average — *Fit* — but not at all hardened by the battlefield. She had probably lived a comfortable life up until this point, doing not much more than training with her spear than actually putting it to use.
Philip
Sonja paused a moment as Carlyn chimed in to answer too. This gave her a moment to ponder. It seemed like perhaps Sivne was wondering whether they were new to being a mercenary. But strictly speaking, she wasn't a stranger to the actions described. Eventually, Sonja shrugged non-committedly before speaking up in a low tone.

"No. I used to be a hunter." She stated flatly.

The brawny Macenized Ursinoid looked the part. She had an athletic build and stood at around 6'7" (~200cm). Her appearance was rather rugged, giving the impression she probably hadn't been living anywhere comfortable or luxurious for the duration of her meager existence. It was certainly a contrast to Carlyn.
Jennifer
*She arranged the kindling inside the fire pit. She got up and brought some branches over and pile them up. She sparked the fire up and sat back, letting the fire grow.*

*Sivne looked just how you'd imagine a 7'3ft brayer woman looked like. Curious, though, that she's definately been around enough macens for macenization to have started, yet looked like a full brayer with no macen influence.*

"The dog, the bear and the bull." *Sivne mused, rubbing her hands together over the fire.* "And a merchant, a hunter and a mercenary. Mmh. Been in stranger groups."
Norma
"I would have a hard time believing that, but I don't particularly *Doubt* It."

Carlyn had thought about it herself; the group definitely wasn't the most normal set of warriors on Mentia. For one, they were all animal-folk of some kind coincidentally. But furthermore, their professions were definitely not at all aligned — especially her's. A merchant and a hunter made sense out here, but a merchant... That was odd. But still, she held her own and made herself useful. That was certain.
Jennifer
*She seemed to think for a moment before asking with a grunt.* "Mm. So what kind of merchant were you?" *She asks out of curiosity.* "Helped a merchant friend or two."
Norma
"I worked for my parents selling general wares and weapons. I was often the one working the counter for the past few years. My mother figured I would do better at talking to people due to my cute looks and silver tongue. She's way more practised than I am but... Well... She's getting old." Carlyn replied.

She was obviously speaking light-heartedly about her mother getting old, bit was quite possible. The dog, herself, was probably 20 or so, potentially a bit older. Her mother was likely getting towards being 40 or 50.
Jennifer
*She listened along and gave a nod.* "Mmmmh.. Never really sat down and spoke to a merchant before, mostly just keep it formal. I think all the merchants back home hate me though. Bah." *She thumbed the side of her nose, stretching her arms forward with a huff.*