At being complimented, the satyress would puff her (rather significantly sized) chest out and put both hands on her hips, smiling broadly and proudly, as if she'd just been awarded the most distinguishing medal of honor you could imagine.

"I know right? Mama- err, I mean, Mom made this especially for me, since the one I used to wear was so ugly and boring! Dad always whined about it, but old men, right? Whadda they know 'bout looking fahionable! Maa-haa-haa!" She half-bragged, half-gloated, half-explained. At the notion of going on a [i]real[/i] quest though, Brandy nodded excitedly. "Yeah! Let's go and show that lil' fuzzball who the real deal is around these parts! Hear that, bunny-breath! [b]There're new sheriffs in tpoooooown![/b]" She half half-yelled, half-exclaimed, half-laughed-out-loud-while-saying.

After the brief moment of grand posturing and hyping-up, the two girls were off. Off towards the western fields, in the western region of the rural area, to meet and help an orcish farmer... A farmer named Dooch. While they walked, Brandy happily bounced abouy next to Alice, talking about poretty much anything and everything you could imagine - from mundane things like how apple pies were delicious, to what color and length of lace she prefered on her underrwear. The satyress also complimented the werewolf's attire, saying it looked cool - but a bit too warm for Brandy's own personal wardrobe... She sure seemed to like... [i]Breezy[/i] attire...

Leaving the village proper, they travelled along a thin, winding dirt path - one well-travelled, but not important enough to be paved or marked. They passed through a sparsely wooded area before finally emerging at the fields. And fields they were indeed. Vaast acres of green, stretching out for a good while, with plowed and tilled soil being fenced in by simple wooden... well,... fence! A few farmhands were present, mostly humans and a few orcs, working the fields with hoes and baskets, dressed in the most stereotypical farmer's garb you could imagine.

There were three major buildings of note. One was a large farmhouse, likely the residence of Mr. Dooch himself. The others were a rather tall silo, and the last was something akin to a barn. Funnily enough, there weren't any animals around though - not even horses to pull plows or carts. Perhaps that was where the workers slept? Regardless, as soon as they laid eyes on the quaint little farmstead, Brandy's eyes widened and sparkled like diamonds and she clasped her hands together while her little tail swished to and fro ecstatically.

"Oh woooooow! It's a farm! Al! It's a real farm, you see it!? It's just like back hoe, but 'totes different! It's so big, and there're so many workers!" There actually weren't that many... "Wowzers! If dad could see this, he'd be so jealous! Maa-haa-haa~! I wonder what they're planting? Ooh, should we help out? Should we? We should, right!? [b][i]RIGHT!?![/i][/b]" It seemed she had already forgotten why they came here in the first place...

Meanwhile, as the satyr tugged at Alice's sleeve and bounded around her companion happily, a large, gruff-looking orc, with a straw hat on his bald head, and a stalk of wheat-grasss inbetixt his teeth, was looking down at and overseeing the affairs in the fields from a slightly elevated mound next to the residential farmhouse. He was a broad-shouldered fellow, with a muscular and toned frame, large strong hands and a stern but calm expression on his orc-ish face. His slightly pointy ears twitched at the noise of unfamiliar young women, but he didn't look away from or get distracted from his cool, dandy-like countenance. Arms folded over his chest, the man gave off the impression of a strong, serious and silent type... Perhaps he was the Dooch?

[sub][sub][sub]... He totally is![/sub][/sub][/sub]