"... 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 [s]likely roach-infested[/s] 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 [i][b]did[/b][/i] 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...

[i]Meanwhile, back at the Guild Hall...[/i]

[color=gray]"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."[/color] 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.