After having received the signature of Vincent the Toad-faced hunchback, the party was on their way. Though not before Brandy having had a bit of a laugh at Vreznok getting smacked by a shovel, obviously. The trip back to Gnarlton was largely uneventful, with the only real points of interest being the little satyr singing the praises of her two companions, showering them with praise for their skill, smarts and battle-prowess. She was very excited to brag about them, to them, even thouygh they were both present and were very aware of what the other had done... But apparently some people like to re-tell things that just hhappned to people who were present when said things happened... It's a strange thing.

Of note also was that the satyress would repeatedly massage her chest during the walk. Or, to be more precise, the boobie that got struck by one of the wicked gnome's magic missiles. Apparently it had done more damage and was more of a constant source of discomfort than originally believed. Understandable, of course. Brandy had never been hit by harmful magic before, and while she had a well-toned body from years working at a farm, she wasn't exactly a burly mountain of a woman who could shrug off pain as if it was just some drops of rain. While this wasn't an issue so long as they were on the road outside of town, it quickly become a head-turning action once they were back inside the walls of Gnarlton. Brandy didn't seem to notice though. Or she didn't mind. Or both, given that it was her.

Returning to the Gnarlton Guild Hall of G.O.R.E, the chain-smoking receptionist raised an eyebrow and shot the girls a questioning smirk when they came waltzing in, carrying a hogtied, partially naked gnome with them. After a bit of explaining - mostly by Alice and Sofia - and a bit of waiting for the guards to show up, things eventually calmed down. Witness testimonies and recounting of events were done, with Brandy's version being the least useful sa it was full of verbalized sound-effects and nonsense... But as all three of the girls' stories matched up, and with the validated slip from their client, the guards eventually hauled the little wretch of a necromancer off to the local jail.

The old crone with the hoarse voice gave the young ladies a snarky compliment, but did offer some genuine advice on where they could go if they needed to have some of their 'spoils' looked over. Apparently the guards didn't mind the girls keeping the equipment of Vreznok as their own, given that any possessions of criminals were forfeit anyway. The old receptionist-lady suggested the trio visit a shop called the 'Bubbling Cauldron', a sort of a mystic curio-shoppe with a proclivity for dealing in lesser magic trinkets and baubles. The proprietor there was apparently a mage and could probably identify or suss out the properties of any enchanted loot they might have scraped together.

"Thanks, gran! We'll defs go check it out, right girls?" Brandy exlcaimed happiyl, shaking the non-cigarette-holding-hand of the old woman.... Who was glaring daggers at the satyr for her remark about the former's apparent age.

The Bubblign Cauldron was located along one of the streets over in the market-district. Actually not too far from where Sofia and Brandy had gone clothes-hunting earlier. It was now a bit into the afternoon, and the three adventurers would need to get a move on, less dusk fall before they could get their precious haul looked over and catalogued properly.