There was a long, long silence as Alice walked back with Brandy, before Alice turned to look at her, dewy eyed and downtrodden as she was. [color=ed1c24][b]"...We...are probably not getting paid after that, Brandy,"[/b][/color] she said, unsure if not getting paid was going to be the least of their worries after the guild got notice of them failing to walk a damn [i]dog.[/i] Stopping before the guild hall's doors, Alice would slap herself twice and grip the door handles.

She'd messed up on one job before, accidentally making too strong of a poison for some ants that killed a good patch of someone's lawn but...that was at least fixable. Ms. Elmwood was a nightmare for someone like Alice, who'd grown up in a country entirely centered on working hard and not taking shit because if you worked, you were unionized. Guild workers didn't even have DENTAL! Gritting her teeth she would throw the guild doors open (softly) and stride in (ashamedly), and head over to the guild desk and hesitantly report what happened, ears and tail drooping the entire time.