She heavy sigh, leting her adrenaline come down in her veins. "Yes, yes I get it. I just... you know." She put her silver sword on her back, in the fast move unseen for others. Trina look around for any sigh for coming treat and nod to Bogrid, as he told about silks. "Yes, complety disaster." She agree and sigh again. "I don't like this, but I have to go back to Ard Carraigh. Merchant's family deserve to know what happen and it is my duty to tell them. I wound't expected any repayment for our work dwarf here, but my Code tell that is the right thing." She said.
“Hmm...that would be helpful.” She had to agree. The less time she spent needing to travel, the better.
"Tomorrow morning." Gunther replies. "We're headed to Novigrad." Gunther's hand remains on her thigh, but he doesn't press the issue yet. "I'd like to have you at my side when I meet with my contacts in the city, so pack your finest dresses. Perhaps I could buy something for you?" He offers. "But, the road can be somewhat troublesome, and my cargo is valuable, so perhaps it would be wise to bring some armour as well, for the trip."
Bogrid gives a sharp barking sound that sounds like it might have been a chuckle. "Honor, is it? I thought you vatt'ghern only cared about money?" He shoulders his axe. "In any case, I'm not going through a monster infested forest by myself, so I suppose I'm headed to Ard Carraigh." Luckily for Trina, her horse wasn't tied to the wagon, and was intelligent enough to keep away from the kikimores. As it judges that there are no more monsters nearby, the horse cautiously returns, Bogrid's pony trailing behind it. Bogrid clambers up into the saddle of his mount, as Trina's horse rubs its snout against the witcher affectionately.
Mirellia's cold gaze intensifies as his hand remained on her thigh, yet she makes no attempt to remove it. As she knew she had to get the money, "Understood, I still have my dresses, since Wendel doesn't dare touch anything directly related to me." She replied, while the old man could feel her soft thighs underneath her dress. And as he informed her of the dangers, the sexy mild nods, "Very well, I was already planning on bringing my blade along. On the off chance my "dear husband" decides to pawn it." She said, a little contempt in her voice. Informing Gunther that if the situation doesn't change soon, he and his son may quickly be kicked out of the Feldonna family.
The guard nods in relief, and heads into the stables, where a group of young men quickly saddle a mare, bringing it out towards Danielle. At the back of the stables, the dancer catches a glimpse of some sort of bundle, lying inert on the ground. The guard walks over to it and gives two soft kicks to the midsection. "Oi, girl! Get up, you've got a job to do. Guide the lady over there to wherever she wants to go." The package remains inert, and Danielle wonders for a moment if the guard is talking to an inanimate object, but the guard gives the bundle another kick, and soon enough there's movement. The figure on the ground stands up, revealing themselves to be a woman of elvish extraction, clad in a dark cloak. Tired, the elf rubs her eyes. "W-Wha? Oh, I suppose." She yawns and looks at Danielle approvingly. "You're that kid's mother, right?" The guard cuffs the woman on the back of the head. "Show some respect, elf!" The elf gives the guard a pointed scowl, before looking back to Danielle. "Yep, you definitely look like he described." She chuckles softly to herself. "You going to go on a journey dressed in that?" She points at Danielle's dancer outfit.
Trina jump into her own saddle and wave to Bogrid. "Funny thing, the same people are talking about dwarfs. Any wishes what to tell them about you?" She ask as they get ready to ride ride. "It's seems it is farewell, so stay save on the Path Bogrid."
"Very well." Gunther stands, smiling. "Why don't you stay here, tonight? So we can leave early tomorrow, I mean." He adds. "I'll have one of the bedchambers prepared for you."
Bogrid looks quizzically at Trina. "What do you mean, lass? We're headed to the same place. Shouldn't we stick together?"
Trina whip some blood what come to her ear. "Sorry, I misheard you. Sure, we will stick together." She said and sigh. "Well, if they not leash on us dogs, I would say we will be lucky." She point her horse on the road to Ard Carraigh.
"That would be more efficient. Very well, but I would like to return home to collect my equipment for the trip." Mirellia replied as she stands up, giving Gunther a front row seat of how curvy she was underneath her dress. "I will return shortly." She gives another curtsy, before heading outside to her carriage. And unless anything else happened, Mirellia returns home to pack her two most luxurious dress, her armor, her gwyhyr, and her underwear which were all sexy lingerie, due to her time with Gustav. She tells the remaining housemaids where she is going, and to inform her husband as well. She then returns to Gunther's mansion with her luggage.
Bogrid nods, riding up alongside Trina on the forest road. "You know, it might be dangerous, seeing the family. The merchant didn't seem to have a problem with witchers or dwarves, but who can say about the relatives? They might accuse us of murder."
Heading out to the carriage, she sees that it's once again spotless, no trace left of the stains that were on it before. The driver smiles at her, before nodding at her commands and leading the carriage home. After packing everything and preparing to return to Gunther's mansion, Mirellia hears her husband's voice from down the street, laughing and joking with a small group of men his age, who Mirellia recognises as some minor merchants.
Spotting her husband, Mirellia glares, waiting for him to approach. And as he did, her cold, frightening gaze sends the minor merchants away. Tsk. Really now, those people are probably clinging to him due to who his father is. She thought to herself as they dispersed. "Wendel. I'll be leaving for a couple of days. Do make sure you don't make a mess of the place... even more than it already has." She said in a strict tone, not really giving any details on where she's going.
"Yes, I have the same thought as you. I don't expected understand from them too. Sure, they can blame us as murders, but if we run away from the Kaedwen, it will be worse don't you think? I don't want to get bounty on omy head." She said as she tried to whip some kikimores blood of her armor. "After that, I have to wash my things."
The merchants scatter, and Wendel gulps, his smile quickly fading as his wife heads to the carriage. "Oh, um, enjoy yourself."
Bogrid nods. "That's a good point, true." The dwarf mostly keeps quiet as they ride, to let Trina listen out for any monsters crawling in the woods alongside the road. After an hour or so of riding, the witcher's sensitive ears pick up something from within the forest, the sound of a sword leaving its sheath. It's a fair distance away, within the trees, but Trina can hear the sounds of fighting from within the trees, a blade slashing out, and the angry chittering of kikimores. Bogrid hasn't heard yet, so if Trina wants to keep riding and not investigate, there'd be nothing to stop her.
Like you've never watched any of your siblings have sex before, sis... Varrin wisely kept his mouth shut, instead focusing on what was happening in the room. Hearing his sister beg sent a wave of arousal through his body. Taking his cock in his hand he started fapping slowly while imagining that it was his dick moving towards Madeline's back door.
"Mm. And do try to be productive for once. Spend your time actually conducting business, rather than gambling away all your money in the horse races." Mirellia said in a strict, cold tone, before stepping inside the carriage. And unless her husband had anything to say, she instructs the coachman to head back to Gunther's mansion.
