"That guy? pffffft... Maa-haa-haa~! What's with that hat? It's sooooooo 'totes not stylin' at all!" Bradny burst out in laughter while her werewolf-friend was pulling, and explaining to her, towards the orcish farmer up on his perched mound of grass. As Alice greete the fellow, he tipped his hat slightly with a nod and then looked the two girls over, up and down, top to toe. Asomewhat... Disconcerned expression... formed on his face and he raised one of his - now visible and very bushy - eyebrows.

[color=007236]"Eyup, that'd be me, lil' lady. But... You sayin' ya'll here from that there G.O.R.E-place? Beggin yer pardon but, well, I thought they'd be sendin' someone a bit more... Uh... Brawny, I guess?"[/color] The orc said, with a thick souhern accent even though that isn'ät a thing in this world, while scratching the nape of his neck.
"Hey! What's that 'spose to mean, gramps!? We're plenty brawly! Just lookit these guns!" Brandy retorted in a defensive manner, then proceeding to flex her arms and show off her biceps... Which, admittedly were there, but weren't nearly as impressive as the satyress probably imagined. The farmer laughed though, surprisngly, despite his otherwise serious-looking disposition it seemed he was an easy-going fellow.
[color=007236]"Haha! Apologies, ma'am. I guess that was rude o' me t'say. So, yeah, name's Dooch. I run this'n here farm 'n fields."[/color] He began introducing and explaining. [color=007236]"About three weeks ago, I started noticin' the crops on the outskirts o' my fields were damaged though. First I thought it was jus' some pesky vermin, so I had them fellas down there lay out some traps 'n what-not. Buuuuut, instead o' catching us some regular bunnies or rodents, turns out wha'ever was causin' the mischief couldn't care less about some lil' ol' snappy-traps or snares... In fact, it broke most o'em."[/color]
"Yeah, okay, we get it! No need for the drawn-out exposition, guy! Just point us in the direction and we'll make mince-meat outta the horned furball freak!" Brandy, impatiently, interjected. Mr. Dooch raised another eyebrow in response.
[color=007236]"Uh... Well, I honestly dunno where that critter be hidin' out now... Seems he shows up on the edges of the fields durin' dusk or dawn, nibbles up some o' our crops and then scampers off before we can do anything. Murray down there almost had it once b ut he got himself gored in the side when the damn thing escaped. Luckily he weren't heard none too bad, but still... That thing packs a mean charge. If'n ya lil' missies gonna be huntin' him down, ya best be careful, y'hear?"[/color] The orc warned in a kind but stern fashion. Brandy puffed up her cheeks in response.
"So, basically... You don't know where this bun-bun is hiding and we're supposed to find it on our own? That what you saying, old man?" Brandy stated, both hands on her hips and leaning forward... Enough so to show off a gratuitous amount of her ample chest, which caused the straw-hat-wearing orc to avert his eyes bashfully and let out a clearing-his-throat-noise.
[color=007236]"Uh, uhm... Yeah... So, I'd ask them boys and gals down in the field if'n they'd seen any tracks or signs recently... Maybe ya'll can pick up the trail that way? Y-you won't be gettin' paid 'til I see that horned menace's head in yer hands, ya gots it? Already paid some folk last week after they said they'd gotten rid off the damn thing, but right as rain it showed up the very next day 'gain."[/color]
"Hmph! Don't you fear, Mr. Douche. me and AL are gonna pound that fluff-ball and make a carpet outa him for sure!" Brandy announced brazenly while cracking her knuckles... Apparently having forgotten that earlier she wanted to cuddle an d make the thing her pet back at the guild hall...

The orc chuckled a bit and then informed the pair that he had to get back to supervising the other farmhands... Which got a snide remark from Brandy about supervisors not actually doing anything actual 'work' on a farm... Just like how big brother back home used to do that when it was her sister, her own and his job to take care of the fields... Lazy bum. Still, with the weather being nice and pleasant, it wasn't going to be too hard to find any signs of the little scamp's presence, if there were any. The farm was divided into three fields, one to the north, one to the south and one to the west of the mound that Dooch was standing on.

"So... Whadda we do now, Al-Al? We just sniff and poke around the edges of the crops and look for bite-marks on cabbage and carrots?" Brandy asked, tilting her head quizzically. Alice was the more experienced one, and had bragged about her skills in hunting, so the satyr was more or less completely and utterly relying on her friend to take charge of this endeavor.