Xaltwind

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

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 before 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 that 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.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice would find that Brandy, much as she had come across earlier, was completely void of both shame and reservations. Once the werewolf had started scrubbing the muddied sheets in the river, Brandy proceed to, quite litteraly, burst out of her clothes and performed a playful cannon ball-dive into the river. Francoise barked joyfully in approval and joined her - before being stopped by Alice, who was now scrubbing him. The poodle whined plaintively at first, but soon realized that he was being pampered. As such, his tail began to wag fervently and he turned around to be more accomodating and obediant towards Alice.

... At least until she was done.

At which point, the large poodle chomped down on Alice's collar and, with a mighty and surprise-tug, pulled the girl forward and into the river too. Once she emerged from under the water's edge, she would find that her face was being assaulted by a releentless amount of licking. Brandy, watching the whole scene - while buck nekkid - was laughing so hard she nearly forgot to keep swimming, and nearly swallowed some water in the process...

"Maa-haa-haa-haa-*glorp*-hah...! 'Atta boy, Frankie! If we're having a bath, so should Al." She laughed merrily. "Thanks for the offer though! I'd love to have my stuff scrubbed clean. That powdery stuff you got is 'totes amazin'! I bet you'd make a killing as a laundry-maid for some rich folks." The satyress added, which was a strangely mundane idea... Didn't seem quite so adventuruous to be a maid, but then again, it was already established that Brandy's head didn't quite work with all cylinders firing.

Swimming about for a bit in the significantly below actual bath-temperature river, the satyr did some breast strokes, some backstrokes, some diving and eventually doggy-paddled her way over to Francoise and Alice. She ruffled the poodle's head and, for whatever reason, tried to tickle Alice's side, all the while smiling and laughing in her friendly manner. It seemed she was really enjoying herself.

Her clothes, if you could call them that, had been left in an unceremonious heap on the bank of the river... Dangerously close to the water... If a strong breeze or sudden wave or slight flooding were to happen, she could kiss her shirt, bra, skirt and whatever string-like piece of underwear she had goodbye... Luckily, no such thing had happened. Yet.

"By the way, Al." Brandy said, amidst her tickling of the other girl. "How many of these adventurin' quests have ya been on? A lot? You like, a super-veteran adventurer? You know how'ta make yummy drinks and magic wash-powder, so you gotta be real experienced, right?" Brandy asked, apparently very excited about having a friendly chat. While in a river. While completely nude. And certain perky and soft bits of her body being very buoyant.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

"Tnaks for yer business. Feel free to drop by any time if ya lot ever need anything' else." The blacksmith, showcasing his toothy smile - mostly concealed by his facial hair - once again. The large, muscular man scooped up the coins left by his customers and opened up what was, in essence, a very primitive cash register. As he tipped his giant bear-mitt of a hand to the side, the sound of clinking coins falling into the wooden container was quite remeniscent of rain on a roof during a storm... Except much more brief in duration. Done and content with himself, the smith waved the trio a friendly farewell, before marching into the backroom where he'd tossed his inept son earlier, and began howling and yelling at the boy about various things - including, but not limited to, customer service, work-ethics, motivation, his utter lack of talent with the forge, how he smelled like old cheese and other less important matters.

Raising an amused eyebrow, Druid Girl turned from the counter and waltzed on over to Big Red by the entrance. Apparently she was very pleased with her purchase, as she kept looking at her new bracers, holding her arms up and turning them from side to side, inspecting the leather protection with the same enthusiasm that a young noblewoman showed after she'd purchased a fancy, and expensive, dress of questionable practicality.

Once she heard the other two mention their thoughts though, she tapped her chin in thought before replying.

"I honestly don't think there'll be much at the guild at this hour, at least not when it comes to available jobs. Most of the good stuff gets grabbed right after they post the questss in the morning. The only things that doesn't get picked up are usually stuff like clearing out the sewers or quests that take you reeeaaaally far from town and pay reeeeeaaaally little money in return." She mentioned. After all, Druid Girl had been in Palisade Town for a while longer than the other two, so she had managed to pick up on how things worked over at the adventuring guild during her stay in the frontier settlement.

"I don't think exchanging our money would be a real issue either. Most shops and services have change in coppr, so even if we over-pay for somethign with silver, it shouldn't matter. Still, if you'd rather have coppers on you, that's up to you." She said, tilting her head at the Steppe Archer and looking a bit puzzled as to why the nomad would want to carry a large, jingling sum of coins that just screamed: 'Hey! I got money! Please purse-snatch me!'... But perhaps they didn't have different types of currency where she was from?

Exiting the smithy, Druid Girl stretched and arched her back slightly backwards, letting out a long and cutesy 'Hmmmmmmmmmmm~'!'-sound as she did, before letting her arms to drop along her sides. Turning back to look at her companions she spoke up again.

"We might wanna pick up some new potions, to replace the ones we used when helping that girl in the cave... Oh, and if we're going into the sewers, we might wnna pick up some torches, or a lantern. It's really murky and dingy down there." She suggested. "Other then that, I don't think I've got any more shopping I wanna do... Except maybe for a snack... Or two..."

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Roleplay Update:

. Once a party-member has visited a shop, met the owner or clerk and bought or sold something at the location, future visits to said shop can be done automatically, without much detail needing to be posted - unless so desired. Quick Buy and Quick Sell will let you buy and sell without having to go through entire bartering conversations, unless you want to!

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Francoise, at the hearing of the most insulting and highest grade of scolding in the doggy-universe, lowered his head and his poofy ears began to droop. A low whine escaped the poodle's mouth and he seemed to be legit upset about having been called a bad dog by his remote cousin. Brandy merely looked on in a indifferent bemusement, beofre having a look down at her own clothes. Apparently something had caused her to do so, and when she saw the state in which her getup was in, a shrill, brief shriek escaped her lips.

"Aiiieee! Awww man!" She started. "This is like, 'totes no good! This is my favorite outfit, and it's all gross and muddy and stuff. Jeeeeeeez~ I knew I shoulda switched to my work overalls, but I wanted to be all fancy and look my best when I went to the guild for the first time, y'know?"

Apparently, Brandy was more concerned with her physical appearance than with what had actualy just transpired, or Alice's apology and comment about taking responsability... Either the satyress didn't hear, or she didn't care. Well, at least it seemed like that at first anyway. After letting out a sigh, she walked on up right infront of Alice, looked athe werewolf square in the eyes and then flicked the other girl's forehead, before putting both hands on her own hips and giving her senior a serious, upset look.

"Al, listen up. You didn't do nothing wrong, and I didn't do nothing wrong either. Frankie's the bad boy here. If you're gonna be all doom'n gloom about stuff that ain't your fault, I'm gonna hafta nibble your ears 'til you get over it, 'kay?" She said - straingely serious... Before smiling happily again. "'Sides, we're friends! So if you wanna apologize for this mutts bad 'tude, then I'll be right there with ya, apologizn' too! ... Not sure why we needa apologize, but if you wanna do it, then I'll do it too. Now let's go!"

She grabbed Alice's wrist suddenly and firmly, with a hint of forcefulness, but not hard or unpleasantly. She also grabbed hold of Francoise's neck-scruff and pulled him along too.

"I think someone said there was a river around these'n parts, yeah? Bet we could get all washed up there! Might help Frankie blow off some more steam too so he won't pull crap like this again before we get him back to that old raisin." Brandy said, laughing as she led the way ... In the completely wrong direction, not having been in town for even a day and not knowing the lay of the land...

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The smith looked over at Big Red, and followed the reptilian man's gaze as they eyed the various shields on display. The elderly human scratched his chin and walked over to the racks where said defensive equipment were stored.

"Depends on what quality ya be wantin', lad." He said, picking up one of the shields. It was a dull thing, no paint, no embellishings, not even a symbol or crest on it, and entirely made of wood. "This one? I'll give it up for cheap." He said, the corner of his mouth curled into a small smirk. "This one though..." He put the first shield down and picked up another.

This one was of significantly superior make. Not only waas the wood used of am unmistakably higher quality, but the entire thing was just undeniably better made. More clean wood work, less frayed eges, reinforced binds, a solid metal central knob, stretched hide and an evenly split, half and half colorful red and white paint-job.

"This one'll cost ya a bit. Orignally had it custom ordered by a noble here in town, but the dang fool didn't want it when he showed up to take it home. Said it wasn't suitably regal 'nuff for him. Tch." TYhe man made a sour grimace and put the shield bakc down. "Damn fool couldn't tell quality-work from some gaudy, over-rpiced piece of fraud jewellry. Anyway... I'd let this one go for 5 Silver... Err, that's 500 copper." The smith corrected himself, apparently realizing that the lizardman might not be fully fluent in the current-exchange-rates of the human world. He then perked up and turned his head to the arhcer.

"Arrows? We mostly be makin' just the heads for those here, lil' lady. We got a few, but they ain't nothin' special." He admitted in a very earnest manner. "If ya be wantin' fancier stock, you'd best go see the fletcher at the end of the street here. Real good work, if a bit pricey in my eyes." He snorted, then proceeded over to the back of the shop. Rummaging around in a lidless crate, the bulky, muscular man began fishing up arrow after arrow, until his giant hands were gasping a total of maybe 30 or so. Amusingly, most of them had different colored feathers, slightly different heads and were of different types of wood. Whoever had sold them to the blacksmith had either made them themselves, or collected various ones from different places. Regardless, the big man brought the haul up to the counter and laid the arrows out in a row, so that Steppe Archer could get a better look at them. "Sad to say, we dun be sellin' any quivers. But ya look like ya have yer own." HE said with a friendly smile.

Meanwhile, as the other two were busy talking about wares and prices, Druid Girl took it upon herself to at least peruse the options available. There were a lot of things to look at after all, even if the shop wasn't too big. Swords, daggers, spears and spearheads, maces, various pieces of metal armor and helmets... She stopped infront of a weapon rack that had various bludgeoning tools on display. One in particular was a club, a simple wooden one, with rings of metal wrapped around one end. It was the kind of instrument you used to savagely brutalize someone's face with, or easily knocked someone's teeth out with by means of side-ways swing... She picked it up and fiddled a bit with the weapon. Held it in one hand and gave it a playful swing... It was actually quite weighty despite its appearance. She decided however to put it back.

Moving on, she meandered over to the shelf with a few helmets on it. Picking up a very mundane and matte-looking kettle hat, she tried the helm on... Only to have it be far too large for the girl's head and slide down over her entire skull. In a panic, she began flailing her arms and make muffled noises as she tried to pull the helm off. The smith over at the counter raised an eyebrow and then chuckled dryly at the sight. Once the helmet was pulled off, with a comedic plop-noisem the caramel-skinned girl let out a sigh of relief and quickly returned the death-trap to its proper place on the shelf.

Next, she wandered - quickly - over to a counter, where various gloves and arm-related armor was kept. There were plated gauntlets, chainmail gloves, leather gloves with metal reinforcements, studded leather gloves... And braers of all types and make. Laying eyes on a pair of studded leather braces, the girl carefully picked them up, s if they were made of glass... Slipping them on and then securing the wrist-armor, one at a teime, she looked at them from different angles and moved her arms around. They were actually fairly comfortable and didn't interfere with her movements at all. Best of all, they wouldn't get in the way of any spellcasting either! With a big sunny smile on her face, she quickly moved up to rejoin her companions, with the bracers still on her arms.

"I'll... I'll take these!" She said happily and excited, holding her arms forward to showcase the items to the smith. He gave her a big, toothy smile.
"Oh-ho~? Good pick, lil' lady. Those ones belonged to a steel-ranked adventuer. I made some adjustments and replaced the straps, as well as replaced all the studs. You can have 'em for 2 silver."
"Sold!" The girl didn't hesitate for a second, pulling her money-bag up and emptying a large quantity of her coins onto the counter... But sicne they were all copper, it took the pair a bit of time to actually count and get the proper amount.

"Peraphs we should go visit the bank and get some of our coins exchanged..." The druid said, laughing nervously and scratching the back of her head.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The burly blacksmith grinned from ear to ear at the Nomad Archer's compliments. Apparently, he was very fond of both his muscles and his facial hair. And rightfully so! They were both quite impressive after all.

"Hah! Ain't you a sweet-talker, lil' miss. Tell ya what, As an apology for my bratty boy's tongue-lashing, next thing ya'll buy from the shop'll get a discount." The man said, with a rumbling - but short - laugh.
"Pips, you can't be serious!"
"You. Shut yer trap and go back and clean the forge"
"Wha-?!"
"Right now, boy."
"... Mrghlf... Fine!" The beady-eyed youth hised between clenched teeth, before slinking away like a beaten dog with his tail between his legs.

Once the clerk had left the shop, through the same doorway the smith had entered, the blacksmith let out a sigh and put a hand to his balding head, gently rubbing it in a tired manner.

"Kids these'n days have such big dreams... Thinkin' they're meant for grand dreams and destiny... Can't blame 'em I 'spose, wantin' to get outta a one-horse town like this." The older man grumbled to himself, before looking back at his customers. "Anyway, ya folks alright with this deal?" He asked.

Druid Girl wasn't exactly a finanical genius. The most money her family had ever had were just after they'd sold their produce and arvest at market, and then had most of it promprly taken away, either as taxes, by the local lord or because they had to restock and resupply for the future. Sure, they had gone to buy and trade, but it was always her father who did the negotiating, not she, and she hadn't exactly paid much attention to those exchanges either... She'd been to occupied looking at birds or stray cats, or whatever flora and weeds were growing around the area at the time. The bottomline? Druid Girl had no idea if this was a fair deal - but given that the blacksmith seemed far more amiable and forthright than his son, she felt that he was trustworthy. The keyword being 'felt'.

"S-Sure, I guess?" She stated. "Are you sure you want to give us a discount though? You already dealt with your s- err... employee's attitude, so I don't thin-"
"Repeat-customers are worth ten times as much as those who wander in once, buy something and then never come back." The smith replied, waving a hand. "Young adventurers like yerself pop in once a while, spend all their coin and then never show up again. The guards and militia? They ain't never see much fightin', so their stuff rarely needs replacin' or repairin'. And the nobles? Hah! They order all their stuff from them fancy-pants artisans off in the capital or big cities." The man grumbled.

Obviously, making a living in Palisade Town was tough, not just for adventurers who had to deal with risky and low-paying jobs, but apparently anyone else as well. Druid Girl felt a twinge of discomfort as she remembered the fate of the other adventurers in the goblin nest from yesterday... It made her frown somewhat. she quickly shook those thoughts from her head though. At least they'd saved one of them, and were alive to spend their earninsg themselves! Tjat was always positive.

"Well then, I'm good with the deal, if you both are." She finally said, looking at Big Red and Steppe Archer. "I... don't think I need anything right now though..." She added sheepishly.
"Not a problem, lil' missy. Discount stands 'til ya all buy somethin', so come back whenever ya need'n." The man stated proudly.
"Thhank you, sir." Druid Girl repleid with a sunny and genuinely happy smile.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The smithy that the trio eventually came upon was the spitting image of what you'd picture a stereotypical blacksmith's shop to be. Once inside, they found the dusty locale to be rather poorly maintained, with mostly tools and utilities hanging from the walls and sitting on the shelves. There were weapons and armor, of course, but they were in the clear minority here - which made sense, given Palisade Town's rather limited number of residents who actually needed or used weapons or armor on a daily basis.

Theree was apparently two parts of the building though. The front area where one entered appeared to be the shop, while there also seemed to be a back-area, which was where the clanking and clattering could be heard. Fortunately, it also appeared that the store had a resident smith and a resident vendor, as a fellow was standing behind the counter when the gruop entered... Although, standing might have been a generous term... Rather, he was slouched over and lazily playing with his own wirey, grimy hair.

The man behind the counter was a tall, lanky fellow, wearing a pair of grey burlap pants, a same-colored burlap shirt and a tan-colored, sooty and stained apron. His face was rahter gaunt and his eyes were beady and mean-looking, he cast a cursory glance at three adventurers as they entered, but made noi effort to straighten up or welcome them to the store.

Upon hearing Steppe Archer's recital of possible business though, the man did spare her a look... Only to turn his attention away once he'd heard that the girl was only interested in selling.

"We don't buy shoddy, second-hand gear here. Go visit one of those pawn shops if ya got junk to sell." The man stated, with a raspy and dry voice, as if his throat was made outta sandpaper and he hadn't had a drink of water for a whole day.
"Uhm, excuse me? Don't you want to see the items before you turn away potential customers?" Druid Girl asked, taken aback by the man's genuine disinterest and dismissive attitude towards them. The man shot her an annoyed glance.
"Customers buy things from uthe store." He said grouchly.
"But you don't know if we'll buy anything once we've shown you our items, right?" Druid Girl stated, still somewhat baffled by the man.

The clerk gave the group a once-over, looking them up and down, then gave the most irritating-inducing smirk you'd ever laid oyes on.

"Heh, you lot? Buy something? Look at yerselves. Got no decent armor, no quality weapons... HEck, what're you even trying to sell? Butter knives and yer pappy's old hatchet? A pot lid you use as a shield? C'mon, stop wasting yours, and my, time." The man snorted dismissively.
"Wha- What kind of attitude is that?!" Druid Girl raised her voice, apparently aggrevated.
"Oh? I'm sorry, little girl, did I upset you? " The clerk - voice dripping with sarcasm - apologized mockingly.

"THE HGECK'S ALL THAT NOISE!? BOY, YOU'D BETTER NOT BE ARGUIN' WITH ANY CUSTOMERS AGAIN!"

A much deeper, booming voice came from the back-room. The hammering and clanking had stopped, and it seemed whoever was in there had heard - at least partially - the commotion out in the store proper. The clerk's face went slightly pale and his seedy eyes darted over to the doorway... Just in time to see a figure emerge.

This one was an even taller man, with white-grey beard and moustche, bulging and rippling muscles, broad shoulders and a bald-spot atop his head. His hair was tied into a brain at the back and he had a stern, rugged face. He wore a pair of similar pants as the clerk, along with the same apron, but no shirt. He stood not too much shorter than Big Red, and was a veritable mountain of a man.

"H-hey, p-pops!" The clerk said with an apparently nervous tone. "T-these bums rolled on in here and wanted to pawn off some junk they scrounged up on the road, so I-"
"So you started throwin' insults at'em and made a fool outta yerself?"
"Wh- No, I... They... They're trying to sell us junk, da'!"
"And you've actually let them show ya what they're sellin', right?"
"Well, no, but! I... Just look at'em! No way they got anything worthwhile to sell us!"
"YOU DAMN FOOL-BOY!!"

Ker-Beef!

With a fist the size of something very large and very hard, the 'father' slugged his abrasive 'son' in the stomach, sending the boy flying back and into the wall behind the counter. A loud crash, followed by clattering and a bunch of whiney, wheezing moans followed. Slapping his hands togther as if to get rid of some dust, the old man turned to the group lowered his head.

"Sorry 'bout my idiot-boy. No sense in that head of his at all. Welcome to my smithy, how can I help you folks today?"

Druid Girl stood quiet. Her eyes were big as saucers and her mouth hung slightly opened. She was having a bit of trouble processing what had just hap+pened and it seemed the others would have to do the business-dealings... At least for now.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

After sufficient pummeling, squawking and finger-wagging had been completed, Alice was eventually released from the angry dog-pile of upset housewives. That being said, despite them having stopped their immediate beatdown of the poor werewolf, many of them still remained at the knocked over stall, hands on their hips or crossed below their chests, raving on and on, lecturing and harshly reprimanding the poor girl. It was as if she hd a half dozen or so motthers, who were all scolding her at the same time.

Meanwhile, Brandy had managed to finally peel Francoise away from the cuts of meat on the ground, the large poodle licking itself happily around the mouth and wagging its tail in content. The huntsman was no less amused now than when the incident had occurred though, and as Brandy wiped her forehead off with the back of her arm, and let out a sigh of relief, the man approached the satyress with more verbal condemnation.

"Well, what're ya gonna do about this, huh?!"
"Do 'bout what?"
"MY MEATS! Yer damn dog just ate half o' it and knocked the other half to the ground! I can't sell any of this now!"
"... Wow, that sure stinks." Brandy replied, rubbing the back of her head and having a sheepish smile on her face.
"Ain't nothin' to smile 'bout, girlie! You and yer friend are gonna pay for every scrap o' meat that menace of yours ate!"
"Ma-ma-ma-mwhat!? Hey, ya old fart, this isn't our pooch, y'know? Why do we hafta pay for this mess!?"
"'Cuz he's with YOU, obviously! Who else is gonna cover my losses, huh!?"
"Iunno! His owner, maybe? That... What's-her-face... Ell... Elm... Ellen... Ellenweed...?"
"Wait... You sayin' this monstrosity belongs to that snooty old bag on the outskirts of town?"
"Yeah, yeah! That's the one! The wrinkly old lady, in the big house. We were just supposed to walk this little guy when he suddenly took off and caused all this."
"Hmm... Well, whatever! I'm cleanin' this up, then going over to that old bat and getting paid for the damages her mutt caused. Count on it! Now you three scram! Go on, get!"
"Jeez, don't get yer winky in a knot, we're goin', we're goin'~ C'mon boy, follow Brandy~"

It eappaeared Brandy had somehow managed to diffused the situation with the huntsman... By unintentionally selling out the identity of the true owner to Francoise... Which would likely cause some inquiries when the two girls eventually returned with the dog. However, all of those possible consequences seemed to fly straight over the satyr's head, as she pulled the black, not-so-stately-anymore poodle along by the scruff oh his neck. Not before she walked up to Alice's side though.

"You okay, Al?" She asked, looking at the tenderized werewolf before shooting an angry glare at the women standing in a semi-circle around the poor alchemist. "Hey! What's wrong with you aunties!? You don't just go 'round smackin' girls with rollin' pins!" She barked, apparently gentuinely angry at the women.
"Shut yer mouth, skank!" One of the women replied.
"That's right! Y'all caused this mess in the first place!" Another chimed in.
"Just 'cuz ya'll married ugly men who can't satisfy ya doesn't mean ya get to take it on my friend! Now shoo, ya ugly third-rate wenches! If ya got a complaint, go see that Elfenweed-woman or whatever."

A bit more insults and harsh words were said and hurled, before the women eventually grew weary of the satyress' apparently endless stream of rather severe and, somehow, sexually implicating come-backs. Once they dispersed - after having dumped the mud-riddled sheets and clothes ontop of Alice - the satyress let out an irritated snort, then turned to her friend again.

"Them's were some angry ladies, huh? I guess if I'd had a face as ugly as theirs, I'd be kinda pissy too. Still, no reason to take it on a pair of cuties like us, right?"

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Druid Girl merely listened to Big Red and the Steppe ARcher talk. She didn't exactly have anything to add to the talk about swordplay and such, considering the girl had never really held an actual weapon in all her life. Still, once the two were seemingly done, and they'd all gotten dressed properly and stood themselves up, she was smiling her usual sunny smile. She didn't even need to tell them to put out the fire and clean up after themselves this time! A small thing, but a thing that brought her a bit of joy nontheless.

"Well, let's get going then." She said, beginning to walk back towards the town. "Honestly, I don't think I'll keep this dagger either. It's nice and all, but..." She looked at her hip, where the little stabby instrument was hanging. "... I don't really think a knife like this is soemthing I'd use. I'd rather have somethuing like a utility knife or so, somethign less for fighting and more for just chores and survival." The girl said.

Honestly, a dagger wasn't realy a useful weapon for her. She wasn't fast or agile enough to get in close and stab an opponent with it, nor did she want to. Preferbly, she'd just need her staff to be able to bonk and clonk the big bads from a safe distance, without having to get their guts all over herself. The walk back to town was largely uneventful though, just as the trek to the riverside. There were a bit more clouds in the sky now though, and a bit of time had passed since they came out into the wild. Noon had come and gone it would seem.

The guards at the east gate greeted them lazily, giving them little more than a glance-over as they returned. One of them had a smarmy grin though, and he gave Big Red a few quickly raised and falling eyebrow-wiggles... Apparently insinuating something... Druid Girl didn't notice though. Their feet took them into Palisad Town, to the commercial district. Here, they'd find the stores and artisans of the settlement. The ideal place to pawn off stuff you didn't want, or find things you wanted to get, upgrade or otherwise. General stores, smiths, fletchers, alchemists, there were a fairly large selection of shops to choose from despite the rather small size of the town itself. Then again, any place with an Adventurers' Guild typically had more variety in shopes than most other places.

"You want to go to a smith and sell the weapons?" Druid Girl asked the lizardman. "Or maybe we'd get more for them at a general store? Honestly, I've never sold weaponry or gear like it before, so I wouldn't know where to go for the best price." The girl said, laughing sheepishly and scratching her cheek with her index-finger.