She needed the gold to continue her travels. The leaders had only given them so much and expected them to either live off the land or find their own means, as was their way. No charity among gatorfolk. But she had her funds drained so far on her mission and needed more to continue, this "Wall" the smoothfolk talked about certainly had many different jobs available finding one that seemed quick and easy was more of a challenge. The warm weather was making her lazy, longing to lay and bask in the sun. With any luck she could find, kill, and possibly eat (and maybe pack some leftovers) whatever monster was.

What she wasn't expecting was to suddenly find herself part of a part of people looking to rid this woman of her peach thief.
Grunt Draza re-shouldered her bag as it started sliding down. She didn't try to make any eye contact with them, just ignore them in hopes that they were going somewhere else... that took the exact same path...