At being asked whether she liked big thick sticks or not, Alice's face suddenly got serious as she said: [color=ed1c24][b]"I absolutely love them,"[/b][/color] and very slowly putting the large blackjack back on the shelf, wiping it free of any drool she might have left on it. [color=ed1c24][b]"...Can't help it...werewolves are hardwired with dog instincts. Even just going into a woodland I have to control myself a lot to keep from picking up sticks,"[/b][/color] she complained, embarrassed at her instincts crying out for wood. 

When Brandy selected her skull club, Sofia's eyes lit up. [color=silver][b]"Ooh! That one's exceptionally well-made! And you say the client never...picked it up..."[/b][/color] she said, putting two and two together. Tacky skull...fit for a smaller person...client was male and never picked it up...

They just beat up an incredibly suspicious necromancer a while ago. ...It was him! No doubt about it! Well...Sofia supposed that this could be classified as a good deed considering that nobody but a necromancer or someone as "unique" as Brandy would buy that skull bludgeon. And at half price! Sometimes, Sofia had to wonder how the farm girl wound up being both so bad, and so good with people. 

Walking out of there with some basic but good weapons and minor armaments like Alice's small shield. [color=ed1c24][b]"I don't think there's a bathhouse slash restaurant, but there is definitely a bathhouse. I could use a long soak after that swamp..."[/b][/color] Alice said, tail wagging as she turned to the street where the bathhouse was. Sofia would nod in agreement, tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically. [color=silver][b]"A beautiful group of lady adventurers does need a good place to clean themselves up, after all."[/b][/color]

With that at least somewhat decided, it was time for the filler episode of the narrative wherein jubblies would be grabbed and a revenant would somehow get in the water for hours without bloating. Wet dog and wet goat smells weren't so bad when you were undead so...who really cared about the realism of a corpse bathing?