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 [i]Alice really liking big meat[/i], 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 Which was horribly out of date and full of inaccurate information where the modern-day town was concerned...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.