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"Maah~?"

Brandy let out a surprisingly cute-sounding noise when Sofia tugged at her horns. Apparently she hadn't been expecting that, and once the two girls had seperated from their friendly, behind-the-store hug, the satyress gently rubbed her own head-protusions and gave Sofia a questioning glance.

"Sofers, these're attached, y'know? I know they're 'totes rockin' and stylin', but you can't have 'em." The little tanned satyress said, pouting and folding her arms over her plump chest, before snickering. Obviously she was just making a silly a joke.

After complimenting Sofia's sewing skills to the point that it was almost getting umcomfortable, she spent a few minutes helping the undead girl figure out the 'best' way to improve and make alterations to their outfits. Although to be fair, the one that got the most attention and revisions belonged to Alice... For some reason the duo was very keen on having the werewolf apothecary dress in a similar fashion to themselves... Perhaps it was so they'd all 'match'? Who could say. They both might just be pervs and wanting to see a certain alchemist covered by less fabric.

At the southern gate, Brandy bobbed up and down on her hooves as she listened to the exchange between her compatriots. When the issue of health and regulations for her outfit were brought up, Brandy laughed, bounced over to the werewolf's side and gave her a shy friend a few pats on the back.

"Maa-haa-haa~! Don't worry, Al. We can always make you a really cute aptorn to wear when you're doing that mix-y wix-y stuff of yours! Oh, I was the one who decided on what type of lingerie that'd go along with the new threads!" There was no way that Brandy would've picked something non-scandalous, so Alice would probably do best in ushering the party to leave for their quest, less she wish to see more sketches and illustrations of herself in various moments of undress.

Some shennaningans later...

Back on the road, though this time heading east. Just like with the southern path to Litroot though, this 'road' was more of a wide dirt path, rather than a proper one. Still, it worked well enough for walking. On their journey, the girls would meet a few stray travellers who either greeted them briefly, or who hurried past them. At one point a wagon pulled by a horse lazily rolled by, and the elderly farmer - wearing a straw hat - offered the girls a ride... Though his toothy grin and caw-ing chuckle was dead-give aways that his motives were less than pure.... So, naturally, Brandy got onto his wagon and proceeded to skull him.

After the pervert had been dealt with, they were bakc on track!

"So, Al. Like, give us the detes on this quest, yeah? We're going to some old grave-thingy? What're we 'spose to do there though? We gonna hunt another one of those bunny-things? I bet Sofers would be awesome at hunting, right? You could just Ptching! Ptching! and the rabbit would be all: 'Aagh, I'm done for!'." Brandy asked, praised and acted, all at once... Making a remarkably deep voice for the supposed rabbit who had been taken down by fictional Sofia.

The day was slowlyu turning into afternoon. More clouds had started to appear in the sky and the temperature seemed to have dropped a little. A slight breeze had picked and as the girls walked along the mostly grassland-y scenery they could hear the chirping of cicadas or grasshaoppers or something in the tall grass. There was the occasional tree, b ush, boulder or other natural landmark, but nothing exciting or out of place. And no slobbering feral trolls either, thank goodness. At this pace, the trio would likely reach their destination in another hour or so.

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"Bu- hey, Sofers, waiiiit!~" Brandy protested, much like a child being dragged off by their mother would.
"Hmph! Such impudence!" The salesman gasped in outrage at Sofia's - apparently? - uncouth behavior and comments, both regarding his wares and his family. Though she wasn't wrong about his mother-in-law being on the chunky side.

Meanwhhile, if Alice were to inquire about the legal hassle of peddling wares in Gnarlton, she'd come to learn of the joys of beaurocracy. Local merchants needed a license and permit, as well as a suitable locale before they were allowed to sell any wares of any kind. Meanwhile, travelling merchants and peddlers needed to apply for a permit, which cost money, required an extensive interview and run-down of the applicant's inventory, as well as other fun things. Such as only being permitted to peddle goods on weekends, and only in certain specific locations, and that there was a tax which needed to be paid at the end of the weekend on any goods sold. Basically, being a travelling peddler in Gnarlton was more paperwork and legal fees than it was actually being a merchant. On the plus side though, peddlers didn't need to own a shop or stall of their own, and were free to set their own prices without the mrchant guild having any real say in the matter.

But back to Brandy and Sofia!

While at the general store, Brandy had the opprtunity to pick up some vegetables - since they were heading out on the road again. They were a bit pricey, and not quite of as good quality as the stuff they grew back on her own farm, but they'd have to do! Mostly because there really wasn't much else to choose from. Other than the stalls, but they were mostly selling ready-cooked food. The satyr then dutifully followed the undead archer as she picked out her bolt of dark cloth, paid ad then snuck around the corner of the store to head behind it.

"Oho~ What's this, Sofers? I didn't know you were this bold." A smirk-sporting satyress stated while giving Sofia a mix of an amused and naughty-face.

However, once the duo arrived and the undead got to work, the satyr said nothing. Which was odd. Instead, she just stood there, looking on in seemingly a trance-like stupor as she observed the lightning-fast needlework of her companion. Once the deed was done and the fabric had been turned into an accessory though, Brandy squeed in the most girly way possible, complete with hands pressed against her own cheek and full-body wiggling in a unnaturally quick way.

"Sofers! You're amazin'! 'Totes amazin', girl! You're so good with your hands, I can't even! Oh my gosh, this is so incredible!" She was very impressed, obviously.

Then, when Sofia demanded that Brandy be her muse, and produced a hairband - which she had somehow managed to finish not too long after the choker - Brandy let out another squee, this time longer and louder than the last. As she grabbed the little hair-accessory and stared at it with the genuine exicetement of a child opening their first christmas-present, Brandy looked remarkably cute. Gently raising the item over her head and carefully sliding it down onto her noggin, the satyress blushed, but her smile was as wide as a valley and her eyes glittered like a pnd in sunlight, filled with gemstones.

"How do I look~?" She asked, striking a forward-leaning pose, which somehow made the lighting behind her become much brighter and... Were those bubbles and sparkles floating around her? And what was that jingly sound, no wait, where was it even coming from!? Also, was the background cityscape melting away and giving way to an opaque, pink background? What the heck?! Luckily for Sofia, all these oddities seemed to vanish in an instant, as if they'd been nothing but a mirage. Or trick of the light. Or result of Brandy's cleavage being more exposed by leaning forward.

Regardless!

"Seriously though, Sofy." Sofy, not Sofers. "Thanks. Thanks a bunch. I can't believe I get to have an accessory this great. I coulda never afforded one on my own, and I ain't really good at sewing myself, so... Um... Well... Maa-haa-haa~, c'mere you!"

Glomp!

And now she was stuck to Sofia, rubbing her cheek lovingly against the other girl and embracing her in a firm but pleasant hug. it also beame very clear that despite having been born on a farm and done a lot of manual labor in her life, Brandy as a whole was surprisingly soft and supple, like, everywhere. Also, she apparently smelled like a mix of flowers and ... Wine...? Something sweet at least. Nevertheles, the happy satyr was perfectly content with keeping on hugging her new personal designer and not having a care in the world, giggling and thanking the other girl profusely as she did.

Many much minutes later...

The girls would eventually join back up at the southern gate, the place they had entered Gnarlton from. Apparently, the graaveyard their quest would tae place at was located some hours off in the eastern directions. Luckily, it was along a road, so they wouldn't need to go huffing it in the wilderness.

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"Oooh, free dirnks? Don't mind If I dooo~" Brandy cheerfully and melodiously half-sang as she took the offered potion and glugged it down as if it were ale at a tavern... But, y'know, served in a glass flask. And non-alcoholic. And tasting like cherry. And a different color entirely. Regardless! After imbibing the non-alcoholic restorative draught, Brandy let out a content 'Aaah~', followed by a suprised 'Oh~?' as she again massaged her busty bust, but this time more to confirm that the pain from earlier had actually disappeared. Once convinced that her chest was no longer the victim of friction-burns, Brandy's ears began to twitch happily and her little tail became stiff and started to wag.

"Al! This is 'mazin'! You could like, 'totes sell this and rake in the big bucks. You could call it.... Hm, lessee... 'Al'sCherry-Pop'!" Brandy beamed with pride at her suggestion... Probably not entirely aware of the implications... Then again, it was the satyress' penchant to make dirty jokes, so perhaps she actually was fully aware of what she was suggesting. "Anyway, me and Sofers gonna go get her a stylish choker. Mee'cha back at the gate we came into town through, yeah? Sweet, let's go Sofers! We're gonna bang those shops so hard they won't even be able to walk straught!" ... Completely irrational metaphores aside, the satyr grabbed her undead ally by the wrist and did not wait for a 'yay' or 'nay', proceeding instead to drag the poor girl along at her bouncy, excitable and energetic pace.

"OooOOOOOOOoOhhhhHhhhhHHhhhhHhh....!"

Oh yeah, him. Yeah, he's still on the ground, in a fetal position, holding his family jewels. Still in pain.

Moving on.

Brandy effortlessly and unimpeded bounced through the streets of Gnarlton's commercial district, Sofia in hand. There were some times when the undead would have to pull the satyr off of things like stall crates, wagons, a horse's back, the window-sill of an open window and so on and so forth. There were many surfaces of elevation around, and Brandy seemed determined to stand and survey her surroundings from each one of them. Paying of course no heed to the angry and outraged people who became the victims of her need-to-stand-on-things. But, with a little effort and a lot of patience, the two girls eventually arrived at an area where boutiques for clothes could be found.

The first store they enteed was a place called 'Burlap Bargains'. True to it's name, the outside was just as drab as the shop's inside, and the contents and wares faired no better. Gray and brown. Baggy and wrinkly. Ugly and uncomfortable. This was the sort of clothes and wear that the lowest of low wore, the paupers and bottom-feeders of spciety. Those who couldn't afford to spend money on fancy duds or extravagant threads. Naturally, Brandy was not shy about voicing her disconcent at the shop, the goods and staff's lack of enthusiasm.

Unsurprisingly, both Brandy and Sofia were comedically booted out of the front door in a matter of minutes. After the satyr was done rubbing her shapely posterior, she proceeded to hurl insults and angry words at the store-front, before sticking her tongue out and making a 'thhhpppppppppt!' noise, then pulling Sofia along.

"C'mon! Let's go to the next place. Not like that shop knew the difference betwen fashion and sacks of potatoes anyway, right? Maa-haa-haa~!" Brandy concluded.

Their next stop was a, to some extent, more well-off locale. This place had a little sign outside and actually sported curtains in the store window. 'Frugal Fabrics' was the name, and inside the door satyr and undead came! Looking around at this ... Moderate... Establishments, two things became apparent at once. For one, this was a shop that sold used and previously owned clothes. Second, the staff weren't very good at their job, as many of the garments had been repaied by having large patches of non-matching fabric sown over holes and tears. While this was an accepetable solution if one was skilled at the art of tailoring, these particular offerings looked as if they'd been fixed by unfocused and unenthused children.

Naturally, Brandy made sure to loudly and clearly make this fact known, as she looked over the various pieces of clothes with a scrutiny befitting a fashionista.

One quick boot to their collective rears later, Sofia and Brandy were one again back out in the streets. Rubbing her romp again, another cavalcade of insults and nastiness was hurled at the unappreciative store and their staff. Puffing her cheeks out and snorting, Brandy looked over at Sofia.

"Well, it wasn't like they had any chokers or scarves there anyway. 'Sides, all their stuff like somethin' a little kid made. Ain't no way two beautiful babes like us would be wearin' any o' that, right? Let's hit up the next place." Brandy unilatteraly declared and decided.

Next on their journey was an average-sized store with the name 'Smiling Seamstress'. Unlike the previous two places, this actually looked like a well-to-do store. Not only did the yhave proper decor and fixtures, but they even had displays and the staff acutally approached the two girls as they entered, asking if they needed help. After explaining in so many ways taht they wanted a neck-garment for the palest of the two, they were led to a very small section of the store, where an equally small selection could be found. Unfortunately, the colors available were of lighter tones, such as yellow, green, aqua, pale blue and milky pastel pink. Brandy wrinkled her nose and inspected the various pieces, holding them up to and against Sofia's neck, from various angles, over and over. Finally the satyress inquired if there were ay other colors, to which the answer was 'no'. Apparently warm and bright colors was the 'in vogue' at the momet In Gnarlton, which menat dark or cold colors were out. Outraged, Brandy begana long and passionate monogloue about how fashion was a personal thing and just following trends wasn't any way to make people look goood and technobable.

After this, the two were politely ushered out of the shop, firmly but forcefully.

"Maaaaan~ I can't beleive those guys. You'd think a store that sells clothes would have some sense of what faashion's all 'bout, right Sofers? I mean, c'mon, if everyone just wears what's in style right now, everyone would end up lookin' the same! Where's the fun in that? Jeez. Forget it, let's just head on over to the next spot, yeah?" Not waiting for an answer, the undetered beige-haired beauty began to bound towards their next boutique.

This time, at the end of the current street tthy were on, they happened upon an establishment far larger than the previous three. This one had many fancy and elaborate decrotions and details, though in some ways they were also gaudy and excessive. The gilded sign with cursive writing said 'Golden Needle', and from the looks of the displays in their window, this place had a vast selection. Bursting through the door, the duo was greted by prim and proper staff, wearing uniforms and acting very polite and professional... Alsmost to the point of being stiff and mechanical. After explaining what they wanted once again, they were led to a shelf along the back of the store, where many neck and head-wear could be found, including hats, neckties, scarves, mufflers, chokers, ear-muffs and more. However...

"... You guys serious? I mean, not that this hairband ain't cute, but like, that's a four-digit price-tag, my guy..."
"Yes, madame. But as you can see, this hairband is experetly woven and crafted from the finest materials by a skilled artisan who--"
"Yeah, but like... It's... A hairband, my dude. I don't think my pa' had to pay this much when he bought a wagon for our farm."
"Your... Farm...? Ah, aha, I see... Yes, well, perhaps the wares in our store are a bit out of your price-range. Perhaps the two of you ladies would be better served at some place like, oh, I don't know, the Bargain Burlap or some-such."
"Hey! We already went there and they lile, 'totes didn't have any chokers or nothin'."
"Hardly surprising. Still, I'm afraid that we only offer the finest slection at premiere expense. This is a reputable and highly regarded establishment after all."
"Huh, ya think? Feels like this here be the sorta place where them uppity more-money-than-sense people come to buy overpriced merch if ya ask me."
"... Yes, well... Ahem, is there anything else? I'm afraid if you aren't going to buy anything - or can't afford to - I'm going to have to ask you and your companion to leave."
"Wha-!? But we just got here! And we haven't even looked at the chokers yet, bub!"
"My apologies, madame, but givne your... Mannerisms... I sincerely doubt that there is anything within our store that you could actually afford."
"Huuuuh!? Wha's that 'spose to mean? You sayin' we ain't allowed to look around just 'cuz we dun have big fat gold-pouches strapped to our hips?"

It appeared that Brandy, unsurprisingly, was gettting into yet another argument with the staff. Although granted, this particular man was being quite snooty and condescending, looking at the girlas as if they were penniless beggars who had walked inside the shop to seek shelter from the elements, or something along those lines. Nevertheless, unless Sofia intervened in some way, this trip was also likely going to end up resulting in the two being tossed out without managing to purchase anything.

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At the mention of Sofia potentially getting a choker, Brandy's eyes lit up like sunglinted diamonds. Grabbing the undead's hands, she bobbed up and down on her tippy-toes -- err, tippy-hooves.

"Oooh, accessorizing, huh? Sounds fun! Let's head up the shops and like, 'totes pick out something for ya! Something black? It'd go great with your whole dark and mysterious-thing. Oh, but maybe soemthing purple would be good too? Wait, maybe a wine red one with some nice trim would be even better!"

The satyr was, undoubtedly, very much looking forward to the possibility of shopping for clothes and baubles with her companion. After all, Brandy did fancy herself a trendy and fashionable girl, and the getting new wardrobe-additions was definetely one of the things she really loved. Especially when factoring in that she'd spent her early years just getting oversized hand-me-downs from her big sister... Which never really fit, since the size-difference between minotaurs and satyrs were quite undeniable... Good thing her mother was good at tailoring.

When Alice then appeared, happily announcing their next obstacle before receiving another paycheck, Brandy contemplatively - and out of character - scratched her cheek. When she saw Sofia's reaction to the possibility of ghosts and spooky, scary, occult phenomena though, the most cat-like expression appeared on her face as she smirked. The attempt at explaining and waving what she'd just said away only made said smirk wider.

On behest of Alice's prompting, Brandy gave her werewolf a gentle elbow-nudge to the ribs. Or, wlel, boob. It was fully intetional too.

"There ain't no ghosties who'll be scarier than you on a moon-y night anyway, right?" Brandy smugly smugged, winking at Alice and reminding her of a certain ball-busting scenario which had happened only some very short time ago. "Don't worry, Sofers! If there's any pervy poltergeists, I'll protect ya!" The satyr said, turning to their undead archer and striking a dramatic pose, what with flexing her arm to show off her bicep muscle and ... Stuff... Well, Brany wasn't exactly weak, given taht she'd done farm-work most of her life, she actually had a pretty good physique, coupled with her unfairly plump and shapely figure. Still, she apparently didn't consider the fact that you can't punch or beat up something that doesn't have a corporeal form... Which wasn't suprising, since Brandy wasn't apparently aware of a lot of things.

Turning back to Alice though, the tanned satyress started bobbing up and down again with enthusiasm.

"So, where's this place? What're we 'spose to do? Can we get a bit of shopping for Sofers done before we go? Ooh, and I wanted to pick up some more foods'n junk. My pack's running low. Oh, we should totally get some street-foods too! Gotta taste the local flavors, y'know?" She paused, tapped her chin with an index finger, and then remembered something. "Oh yeah! Al, you used one of your big blasty bottles, right? Don'cha need to replace it? If we meet another one of those big-nosed bozos on the way, we'll 'totes need ya to blow'em up again. But... This time, let me or Sofers throw it, 'kay? I dun want ya to collapse again..." Brandy's words trailed off and a slight blush tinged her cheek. Apparently she was showing genuine concern. Made even more awkwaard by her averting her gaze and fidgeting in place, like she was some kind of school girl who'd just confessed to her first crush or something.

Then she seemingly bounced back, stretched backwards and let out a small 'yip!'-noise. Leaning forward a bit, she put her arms up to her chest. And then began massaging her bouncy, soft, squishy and oversized mangos... Right there in public.... Not blushing in the slightest at doing something like this.

"Aw man, they do sting a bit... I guess I shoulda worn a bra after all today..." The beige-haired beauty blabbed, apparently feeling a bit sore after her tit-and-tummy-first dive to save Sofia's head from just earlier.

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When she saw the discolored blush appear on the undead's face, Brandy couldn't help but smile mischievously. When the undead stumbled backwards, fell over and her popped off, Brandy couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. When the juggler started using the head of her companion as a part of his routine, Brandy's eyes watered and she nearly fell over, laughing hysterically at the macabre and bizarre sight before her. The crowd seemed to be enjoying the spectacle as well, cheering and applause accompanied by laughter and impressed 'ooh's and 'aah's.

However, once the cry for aid from her friend was heard, Brandy's mood quickly changed. It was almost like a complete turn-around, with her happy and big smile being replaced by a serious and disapproving frown. It appeared that while the satyress wasn't above laughing at the misofrtune of others, she wasn't amused by her friends being in a situation where they called for actual help. Straightening herself up and rubbing the tears (of joy)f rom her face, the satyr approached the juggler.

"Hey pal. Fun's been fun, but that's enough. Hand my girlfriend's head back, yeah?" She said, with no concern for the apparent misconception her choice of word and terminology may cause.
"No way, miss! This'n be the first time I've e'er had this big-a crowd! I'm gonna rake in the big bucks for sure!" The garishly dressed and apinted merrymaker responded, contiuing his act.
"Sofers ain't no prop for you to fondle as ya want! Now hand her back, bub, or I'll like, totally take a dump on your parade!"
"Sod off, ya cow-udddered bitch. I ain't 'fraid of you." The man retorted, sticking his tongue out and making a 'thpppppt'-noisee... Which made the crowd laugh and cheer even more.

Greatly annoyed at this, Brandy wasted no time in making good on her threat. Tkaing a deep breath, steadying herself and then letting out an elongated 'Hnnnnnnnn!' she delivered a full-force [Twin-toe Kick to the crotch-region of the uncooperative entertainer. Instantly, the sassy juggler was reduced to a crumpling pile of wet cards. His face contorted and grimaced in a way that didn't seem anatomically possible for the human face. His eyes also resembled a pair of ping pong balls, trying tp pop out of their sockets. He made muffled sounds as he clutched his now indented scrotum, falling onto first one knee, then the other, and then assumed a fetal position on the street below. The crowd, having witnessed all this, let out a unified 'oof' and any present males among the onlookers quickly reached and shielded their own family jewels in a reflexive way.

At this point, the airborne bits and bobs that the now neutered man had been juggling quickly began to fall back down towards the ground. In a hasty bid to protect the skull of her friend from now going 'splay' like a ripe watermelon on impact with cobblestone ground, Brandy performed a splendid pro-baseball dive, managing to catch the falling nogging right before it would've landed on the ground. Of course, in doing this, the satyress had to throw herself forward and slide across the bumpy ground herself - which wasn't pleasant for either her stomach or her soft, oversized papayas. She made a slight grunting noise of discomfort, but didn't seem to be otherwise phased.

With Sofia's head securely in her arms though, she slowly got back onto her own two hoofs. Raising the head of the undead, she inspected in from all angles, making sure there was no damage or grime on it. She let out a sigh of relief, as the undead's brain-bucket seemed to be completely fine. With a gentle stroke, she pushed some of the undead's hair from her face.

"Thank goodness. I was 'totes gonna freak out if your head got all banged up and stuff, Sofers." She said, smiling slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to casue ya trouble."

That said, Brandy returned to Sofia's body and handed the head of the undead back to itself.. Which was a rather strange feeling. At this point most of the crowd that had gathered were dispersing, with a pair of young children standing over the collapsed juggler and poking at him, either with fingers or sticks, and asking if he was alright.

He wasn't.

But anyway!

"But man, Sofers. Ya really surprised me there! I didn't know ya could lose your head like that. I mean, that sorta thing could be really handy when doing the dirty, but ya might wanna like, have someone put some stitches 'round your neck or somethin'." The satyr suggested with no regard for this being a possibly sensitive matter for the undead...

Back at Gnarlton G.O.R.E's Guild Hall

The old lady merely shrugged her shoulders at Alice's answer. It didn't seem like she had much more to say, as she returned to smoking her cigarette - and nothing else.

With the quests now more properly organized, Alice could more easily determine and see what was available. Apart from the usual oddjobs and less savory requests, there were a few options that stood out - aside from the troll hunt.

There was a request for someone to investigate an old cemetery just north of the town, as apparently something strange has been going on there. There was also a request to clear out an abundance of slimes in the town sewers, as they were in danger of clogging up the system and causing a litteral flood of sewage to the town. Another was to hunt down and capture a local thief who had been burglarizing some of the wealthy citizens. Then there was a job for collecting a rare plant from a cave some ways east of the town, in Frogfolk territory. Other than these though, Alice might find different options if she kept sorting and rifling through the various offers.

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"... Really? You mean it?" Brandy asked, pouting all the while, when ALice informed her of the decision to stay behind and rummage through the bulletin board. Of course, Brandy being Brandy, she didn't exactly wait for confirmation or denial, but instead glomped onto the werewolf, squished her cheek against the other girl's and gave her a good squeeze. "You're like 'totes the best, Al! C'mon, Sofelicious! Let's check on all the stuff!"

As quickly as she had pounced and forcefully smush-hugged Alice, Brandy leapt off, nabbed the undead huntress by her forearm and pulled her out of the likely roach-infested guild hall. There was a comedic 'vroooooom!'-like noise and everything. Or maybe it was just Brandy making the noise, with her mouth... Which wouldn't make any sense, since there weren't any motor vehicles in this world... Clairvoyance? No matter! What did matter was that the satyress was hurriedly rushing southwards from the northern slums and back down into Gnarlton proper.

The excitable little satyress wasted no time. She gawked at the streer performers they passed, she pressed her face against the windows of shops they went window-shopping past and she sniffed the scents of the various foods from the varying stalls around the streets. In short, she was having a great old time. All the while she was holding greedily onto Sofia's arm, pulling the other girl along whether she wanted to or not... Despite her size, the little farm-lass was surprisingly strong. Or maybe she was just willful?

"Oh my gosh, Sofers! I can't even! This place is like sooooo big and lively, nothin' like the little fart-in-the-fields I'm from. You said you used to live here, right?Oooh, show me your house! I wanna see where you geew up." Brandy stated and requested and demanded, all at the same time.

While she was asking this, she was facing Sofia, and being very close. Like, close enough that when she bobbed up and down on her hooves, certain toros-mounted accessories were being squished against certain torso-mounted accessories on the undead girl. But hey, at least passing on-lookers seemed to enjoy the show... Well, at least the male passer-bys...

Meanwhile, back at the Guild Hall...

"Pffffff... Hey, honey. Ya girls ain't realy looking for a job around these parts are ya? This ain't Litroot y'know? Things ain't all turnip-picking and wood chopping here." The old smoking receptionist asked, obviously having doubts and questioning the capability of Alice and her allies.

Perhaps it was her own way of showing concern and urging - what she presuambly saw as inept little girls - to return back to their rural village? Or perhaps she was just being a dick 'cuz she was old and cranky and fugly and didn't like seeing young, perky and pretty girls show up and overshadow her.

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Though usually in good spirits, Brandy was not amused when her travelling companions decided to nab and pull her away from all the glitter and sparkles. Like an obstinate child, she protested quite verbally against the grave injustice that was being done to someone who had spent all their lives on a farmstead and had nothing exciting ever happen... Except that one time a travelling peddler came by and tried to hawk some useless rubbish off onto her family... Her father had promptly declined the offers, by chaisng said peddler away with his pitch fork.

Regardless!

The part of town taht the guild hall was now located in was very different from when Sofia had been alive. Back then, it'd been seated in the western part of the town, but due to an unfortunate fire - and political machinations involving re-zoning and property rights - the guild had been forced to relocate to a more seedy and ill reputed part of town. Although the hall itself was a fairly impressive building, being three storeys tall and much more impressive than the one back in Litroot, it also had a much shabbier exterior and looked as if it hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint or renovating in over two decades... Needless to say, it looked just as shabby as the other buildings in the slummy parts of Gnarlton, just bigger.

Once inside, and Alice having announced their arriva and purpose, she would find that the guild hall was remarkably vacant. Except for an elderly human woman in her late 50's, with grayed hair, far too much make-up on and reeking of a mix of smoke and perfume, there was nobody else to be seen. This receptionist, who was sitting at her reception desk, was busying herself with smoking one cigarette after the other, and there were more full ashtrays on the table-surface than there were papers or documents, or pens or other office supplies.

Hearing the voice of the werewolf, the elderly madame turned her head and gave the wolf-girl a once-over with an apathetic face, blowing a long stream of whit evapor out of her mouth after having taken a deep drag from her lit cancer-stick.

"Special delivery, huh? OF what? We ain't ordered nothing, sweetums." The voice of the old lady matched her perfectly. Namely in that it sounded like a heavy chain-smoking old lady straight out of one of those stereotypical night-establishments, what with the slight accent and everything.

Brandy, still sulking about having been pulled away from her fun, was standing in the doorway, ears drooping and pouting in a cute fashion. Then the smell from inside was let outside, and it wafted past her nostrils. As on reflex, the satyress gagged and began to cough inelegantly, making quite the fuss before finally managing to colelct herself. With composure somehwat regained, she peered inside the dank and dismal locale, her eyes growing wide in horror and he rnose wrinkling itself in discontent protest.

"The heck is this dump?! Al, you sure we're in the right place? This looks nothin' like tanuki-glasses or lil' miss witchum's place." Brandy stated, rather casually and loudly. The old lady at the desk seemed to overhear, as she gave the top-heavy girl a none too keen glance.
"This is the local Gnarlton guild hall for the Guild o' Renta-Experts, honey. You girls sure you're in the right place?" She questioned the trio's presence.
"Oh, it is? I thought it was some kinda dank dive." Brandy said, completely without intent to sound rude but nontheless doing so splendidly. Especially since she said it with a straight face. "Well, we came here from Litroot to hand over a letter or something." Brandy continued.
"Litroot...? Ah, that little hamlet in the southern woods. Well, don't keep me waiting, honey. Give the it here." The old bat said, stretching out the arm and hand which wasn't busy fiddling with her cigarette.

After said letter had been handed over and the grey-haired woman had vien it a quick glance, she sighed and opened a drawer, depositintg the mail inside and slamming it shut. Next, she oepened a small cupboard under her desk and fiddled around with something that was clinking, before producing a few coins and laying them on the grimey, ash-covered desk.

"Thanks for the delivery, kittens. Here's yer pay. Now if there's nothing else, I've got some work to do."

She said that, but it didn't seem like there was much for her to do... Other then light and start smoking yet another cigarette... Which she did, by the way.

The board for available jobs here was cluttered to the point of everything not even fitting. Some requests had been stuck to the side, or even nailed to the wall NEXT to the board itself. It was a jumbled mess of varying shapes and shades of paper, with requests ranging ffrom things like 'Find my runaway cat!' to 'Go find my engagement ring I dropped in the sewers!' to 'Beat up the loanshark I owe money o!' to ' Please clean the communal bathrooms! They're filthy!'. There were undoubtedly more work in Gnarlton than in Litroot, but most of it seemed to involve the slummy part of town, and most of it seemed to be of... Lower-end labor, rather than proper 'adventures'... But maybe if you looked reallly hard and dug through the layers of junk, you might jsut find something. Or, the girls could high-tail it out of this rickety den of neglect and do something else.

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Gnarlton was a sight to see, at least for a country-bumpkin like Brandy, no doubt! The stone walls that surrounded the city weren't the tallest or the thickest, the gate into the town wasn't the grandest or most elaborate, and the town itself wasn't the largest or most populated - but to Brandy, this was a city! Never before had she seen so many people or heard so many voices or been treated to so many smells and sounds all at once. So many buildings of varying shapes and sizes, colors and styles. So many people of differing social standing and race! It was almost overwhelming to the point that the little satyress could barely contain her excitement for it all.

In truth, Gnarlton was a fairly average town, with some 12,000~13,000 permanent residents. Most buildings were made out of stone or bricjk, as opposed to wood like they had been in the past. Streets were laid with cobblestone and there were even street lamps along the larger and wider roads. Buildings stood between one to three storeys tall with various roofings, from tiles to simple lumber logs or planks. The archietecutre was a hodge-pode of different styles and cultures, as the town was a trading hub and was home to a multitude of different species. The heart of the town was a large marketplace, with stalls and peddlers and vendors trying to pawn their goods. The west and east ditricts were mostly residential, with the south district - the one where our girls were now at - being the commercial district. The north part of Gnarlton was, however, home to less reputable sorts, such as the red light district and the slummier parts... Unfortunately, this was also where the Guild had their local hall in this town.

But none of that currently mattered, as a certain bouncing satyr made a beeline over to watch a silly man in silly make-up juggle a bunch of bowling-pin shaped ... Pins? of carious colors, all while speaking in a ludicrous fashion and making cringeworthy jokes and observations. Juggling clowns... In Gnarlton. Yup. Truly a place of high culture and refined tastes. After the man eventually stopped his act and bowed, and had a few on-lookers toss a pitiful pittance of coins into his up-side-down-hat-on-theground, Brandy was off! To the next strip performer! This time a lady in scandlous clothes... No... You couldn't actually call that clothes... More like, strips and pieces of fabric, maybe? Which was also dangerously translucent ... This one was swinging her long strands of fabric on her arms and legs around like shawls, weaving and doing motions to get them to flutter ever so vividly... And show off hger rather attractive figure in the process.

Not that she could hold a candle to Brandy, but then again, who really could?

"Woooooooow! Look at her go! Like, I've never seen anyone dancin' like that before. The dances mama and papa taught me were all so stiff and boring... Traditional stuff realy ain't my speed, y'know?" Brandy stated, to nobody in particular, except maybe herself? "And that outfit... It's so cool! I wonder if I can get a similar one somewhere? MHmm, but I think a black or red one would be better... Pink isn't really my color, maa-haa-haa~!" Again, talking aloud to probably herself.

There was much more around than the performers though. The southern district were full of shops and stores, from those of a gneral nature to things like apothecaries, antique shoppes, weapons and armor stores, magic trinket boutiques and so much more! If Alice and Sofia didn't desire to be dragged into every single establishment with a colorful sign and window-display, they might want to reel-in their hyper-active friend and drag her along to their actual destination... That being if they themselves knew where it was... But maybe some friendly local could share that tidbit with them, if they asked politely.

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As they talked and munched on their impromptu picnicky lunch, the satyress listened intently to the responses of her allies. She made a crass comment about Alice really liking big meat, but other than that she remained fairly docile and well-mannered. She showed obvious signs of disappointment at hearing that there were no booty-ticks or strip performers, signalled by droopy ears and a slouching tail, but both of these features perked right on back up after Sofia started regaling her knowledge of Gnarlton.

... Which was horribly out of date and full of inaccurate information where the modern-day town was concerned...

Still, the talk had gotten a certain Brandy all fired up and even more excited about their eventual arrival to the town... Which was unfortunately still a day and half's walk away, at least. Still! That didn't discourage the little bouncy satyr from gobbling up her food, collecting her pack, strapping it to her back and energetically encouraging her comrades to finish their meals and get moving. After all, she was going to an actual large town! A place with more people than she'd ever seen or imagined before! The thought was exhilirating to the social butterfly that was Brandy.

The day had gotten a bit past noon, and the weather had changed a little as well. More clouds had deigned to dot the sky and a slight breeze had pickedu up. It was still sunny and pleasnt, of course, so there wasn't any need for alarm. The aroad ahead was still just mostly a dirt path though, and there didn't seem to be many travellers going between Gnarlton and Litroot. Well, not as far as the three girls could see at least. The rmaining day would be spent walking and talking.

However, as the sun began to sink lower and lower and the curtain of night began to creep ever further over the horizon, Brandy suddenly stopped and looked around.

"So, uh... Chubby-tail-Karin said it'd take two days to walk to Gnarlton, right? But, like, we gonna just keep walking there night and day? 'Cuz, y'know, I don't wanna be a wet-blanket or nothin', but I kinda like getting my beatuy-sleep. Keeps my skin nice and fresh!" She asid, smiliing and giving the other two girls a playful wink. "But-but-butts, anyway! You gals wanna keep stomping on for a bit, or should we try and find somewhere to set up a cozy lil' love-nest for the night? I dun really know what's best on a long trip like this, 'cuz mama-err, Mom always told me to stay at an inn when on the road, buuuuuuuut..." She looked around again. "... I ain't seeing none of those about, myeh?"

And Brandy was right. There was a distinct lack of inns, roadside taverns or any other buildings for that matter. In fact, there was a disparingly large amount of none-civilization present in general. But hey, at least there was plenty of grass! Yup. Lots and lots of grass... Knee-high grass... Wild and untrimmed... Probably full of creepy crawlies and sneaking-in-under-your-garments-unnoticed-until-its-too-late bugs... Oh, and a few smatterings of lonely, sparsed-out trees. And a big boulder. And a few shrubs and bushes. And a grazing stag.