Brandy followed her friends on over to the shelve and counters and barrels and boxes full of tools'n weapons. Still a bit pouty about having been called a fatty, she and her ears were somewhat slouched and distracted initially. But thanks to the prodding and enthusiasm of her werewolf and unliving companions, her mood eventually took a turn for its usual bubbly, cheerful self.

Looking over the selection, the tanned satyress marvelled. At the sight of so many blunt instruments meant for bashing in skulls, all in one place! Who needed this many bludgeons anyway!? Was the market for bone-crushing utensils of war so demanding that you seriously needed to cover an entire interior wall in row upon row of them? And what'äs with the ones in barrels? What, there's a discount on face-smashing clobberers now? Buy one, get one free?! Brandy couldn't help but have such thoughts run through her mind as she stared at the many weapons laid out before her eyes.

Then she quickly snapped back to reality, upon having heard Alice's voice.

Looking over at what the werewolf had suggested, Brandy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow... And have a naughty smirk sprad across her lips.

"Oh-ho~? Alice, you like your [i][b]thick sticks[/b][/i], huh? Maa-haa-haa~!" Subtle as a refrigerator, as usual. When she heard Sofia pipe up though, she turned away from the slobbering she-wolf and inspected the club-like... Club... That was offered as a suggestion. "Hmm, but this thingy-muh-bob isn't all that different from the beatin' stick I alrady got, yeah? Maybe I should try one of these out and see how it feels when I grab onto it!" Brandy stated, already moving to grab one of the malicious maces of mayhem from the otherwise mundane monitor upon which it had been meditating peacefully prior.

She got a hold of a flanged mace. And with reckless abandon, and no concern for anyone or anything else in her vicinity, began to take wild, wide swings and sweeps with the thing, caushing loud 'woosh'ing noises as she carelessly played around with it. Howeve,r she didn't keep at it for long, soon putting it back onto its original spot on the shelves.

"That one's tooo heavy, and the grip feels off. Felt like it was gonna slip outta my hand every time I took a swing. Ooh, this one!"She mused, before sighting her next prize. A morning star.

[i]Swoop! Woosh! Zoosh![/i] 

Slow, menacing motions had the large, solid metal ball on a stick which was also covered in spikes of no llaughing matter to sail through the air. At one point, the sheer weight of the weapon nearly caued the playful satyr to make a full 360 rotation due to the force of the heavy-duty bludgeon. Twitching her nose and ears, she hung it back on the wall.

"That one's even worse." She complained, as if it were the wwapon's fault that it was heavy and not her own for having picked it out.

This pattern repeated a few more times, with the conclusion being that theere was always something slightly off or wrong with the pick. Eventually though, Brandy found herself a peculiar find. A mace with the head shaped like a skull, covered in bronze. The overall length was just slightly larger than Brandy's existing spiked club, and the satyress snatched it up quick. After a few swings, her ears were flitting happilly and she had a big, goofy smile on her lips, like a kid who just found a surprisingly fun toy.

"I like this one! It's all doom and groar and cool and skull-y!" She said... trying her best to describe the various meritorial parts and aspects of her newfound treasure... As we can all see, it did not sound particuolarly eloquent.

Bouncing over the the register, she slammed the metal death-stick onto the wooden counter top and pointed at it triumphantly.

"Hey, greasy pld guy! I want this one."
[b]"Greasy ol-- ... Right, I see. Wait, ya picked [i]that[/i] one?"[/b]
"Yeah! It's 'totes ma-goats co9l, and it swings really well too. Kinda reminds me of my old weapon, yeah?"
[b]"Ya mean that toothpick with nails ya got strapped to your hip?"[/b]
"Shuddup! Anyway, how much is this one?"
[b]"Hm.. That one's a bit special... It [i]was[/i] custom order, tailor-made for another client but... Well, he never showed up to collect it. Or pay for it either, for that matter. Honestly, the damn thing's so ugly and awkward, I was strting to think I'd never sell it."[/b]
"You sayin' my new weapon's ugly? Try looking in a mirror, shaggy."
[b]"Hah! Right you are, lil'  one. Right, tell ya what, since I like yer moxy, I'll give ya it for half-price."[/b]
"Wh-wha-wha-what's this!? You finally fallen for my charms and realized a beauty like me deserves  adiscount~?"
[b]"Sure... let's go with that."[/b]

Thus, Brandy proceeded to pay for her weapon at a vastly lowered market price.Which was lucky, as now there was more coin left to spend on other things! Like, underwear! And booze! And booze-filled underwerar! ... Wait... No. Scratch that last one. Regardless! With her new armament in hand, Brandy held it up, accompanied inb her head by a fanfare going 'oo-doo-dee-doooooo~!', kinda akin to how a certain green-hooded elf-boy from a very successful game-franchise discovers treasures in dungeon chests...  After she was done staring at it, the young farm girl trotted over to Sofia and Alice, who was still rubbing her cheeks on, and drooling all over, the [i][b]big stick[/b][/i].

"So, I got my thingy, and you guys got yours, yeah? Whaddya wanna do now, girls? Maybe get some eats? Or head up the local bath-house? Oooh, maybe there's a place we can eat [i]and[/i] bathe at the same time? It's the big city after all!" Apparently Brandy's views on what constituted a 'big city' was in dire need of some correcting...