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.

[color=gray]"Special delivery, huh? OF what? We ain't ordered nothing, sweetums."[/color] 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.
[color=gray]"This is the local Gnarlton guild hall for the Guild o' Renta-Experts, honey. You girls sure [b][i]you're[/i][/b] in the right place?"[/color] 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.
[color=gray]"Litroot...? Ah, that little hamlet in the southern woods. Well, don't keep me waiting, honey. Give the it here."[/color] 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.

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

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.