When she saw the discolored blush appear on the undead's face, Brandy couldn't help but smile mischievously. When the undead stumbled backwards, fell over and her popped off, Brandy couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. When the juggler started using the head of her companion as a part of his routine, Brandy's eyes watered and she nearly fell over, laughing hysterically at the macabre and bizarre sight before her. The crowd seemed to be enjoying the spectacle as well, cheering and applause accompanied by laughter and impressed 'ooh's and 'aah's.

However, once the cry for aid from her friend was heard, Brandy's mood quickly changed. It was almost like a complete turn-around, with her happy and big smile being replaced by a serious and disapproving frown. It appeared that while the satyress wasn't above laughing at the misofrtune of others, she wasn't amused by her friends being in a situation where they called for actual help. Straightening herself up and rubbing the tears (of joy)f rom her face, the satyr approached the juggler.

"Hey pal. Fun's been fun, but that's enough. Hand my girlfriend's head back, yeah?" She said, with no concern for the apparent misconception her choice of word and terminology may cause.
[color=magenta]"No way, miss! This'n be the first time I've e'er had this big-a crowd! I'm gonna rake in the big bucks for sure!"[/color] The garishly dressed and apinted merrymaker responded, contiuing his act.
"Sofers ain't no prop for you to fondle as ya want! Now hand her back, bub, or I'll like, totally take a dump on your parade!"
[color=magenta]"Sod off, ya cow-udddered bitch. I ain't 'fraid of you."[/color] The man retorted, sticking his tongue out and making a 'thpppppt'-noisee... Which made the crowd laugh and cheer even more.

Greatly annoyed at this, Brandy wasted no time in making good on her threat. Tkaing a deep breath, steadying herself and then letting out an elongated 'Hnnnnnnnn!' she delivered a full-force [b][Twin-toe Kick[/b] to the crotch-region of the uncooperative entertainer. Instantly, the sassy juggler was reduced to a crumpling pile of wet cards. His face contorted and grimaced in a way that didn't seem anatomically possible for the human face. His eyes also resembled a pair of ping pong balls, trying tp pop out of their sockets. He made muffled sounds as he clutched his now indented scrotum, falling onto first one knee, then the other, and then assumed a fetal position on the street below. The crowd, having witnessed all this, let out a unified 'oof' and any present males among the onlookers quickly reached and shielded their own family jewels in a reflexive way.

At this point, the airborne bits and bobs that the now neutered man had been juggling quickly began to fall back down towards the ground. In a hasty bid to protect the skull of her friend from now going 'splay' like a ripe watermelon on impact with cobblestone ground, Brandy performed a splendid pro-baseball dive, managing to catch the falling nogging right before it would've landed on the ground. Of course, in doing this, the satyress had to throw herself forward and slide across the bumpy ground herself - which wasn't pleasant for either her stomach or her soft, oversized papayas. She made a slight grunting noise of discomfort, but didn't seem to be otherwise phased.

With Sofia's head securely in her arms though, she slowly got back onto her own two hoofs. Raising the head of the undead, she inspected in from all angles, making sure there was no damage or grime on it. She let out a sigh of relief, as the undead's brain-bucket seemed to be completely fine. With a gentle stroke, she pushed some of the undead's hair from her face.

"Thank goodness. I was 'totes gonna freak out if your head got all banged up and stuff, Sofers." She said, smiling slightly.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to casue ya trouble."

That said, Brandy returned to Sofia's body and handed the head of the undead back to itself.. Which was a rather strange feeling. At this point most of the crowd that had gathered were dispersing, with a pair of young children standing over the collapsed juggler and poking at him, either with fingers or sticks, and asking if he was alright.

He wasn't.

But anyway!

"But man, Sofers. Ya really surprised me there! I didn't know ya could lose your head like that. I mean, that sorta thing could be really handy when doing the dirty, but ya might wanna like, have someone put some stitches 'round your neck or somethin'." The satyr suggested with no regard for this being a possibly sensitive matter for the undead...

[i]Back at Gnarlton G.O.R.E's Guild Hall[/i]

The old lady merely shrugged her shoulders at Alice's answer. It didn't seem like she had much more to say, as she returned to smoking her cigarette - and nothing else.

With the quests now more properly organized, Alice could more easily determine and see what was available. Apart from the usual oddjobs and less savory requests, there were a few options that stood out - aside from the troll hunt.

There was a request for someone to investigate an old cemetery just north of the town, as apparently something strange has been going on there. There was also a request to clear out an abundance of slimes in the town sewers, as they were in danger of clogging up the system and causing a litteral flood of sewage to the town. Another was to hunt down and capture a local thief who had been burglarizing some of the wealthy citizens. Then there was a job for collecting a rare plant from a cave some ways east of the town, in Frogfolk territory. Other than these though, Alice might find different options if she kept sorting and rifling through the various offers.