Mirellia nods after hearing that nothing much has changed, the sexy milf focused on eating. Not because the meal os tastier than one she'd usually have, but because she figured she might need the energy in case something goes awry. Just as Gunther stood up, Mirellia finishes her breakfast. Grabbing her gwyhyr, she also stands up. "Let's go then, hopefully our early start will allow us to avoid some bandits." She said, as she heads for the carriage outside. If the two men walked behind her, they'd see her curvy hips sway with her every step, while her large breasts jiggled even more, thanks to the fact that she couldn't wear a bra with her current outfit.
Madeline moves her head down to kiss at Varrin's neck enthusiastically, a move that's both sexy, and allows the young nobleman better vision of the attackers. The two men reach the siblings, reaching their arms out to pull Madeline away. From the way they're angled, Varrin gets the sense that they're trying to abduct his sister, and kill him.
Gustav chuckles. "I know a good remedy for that particular ailment." Bogrid gives a snort, as the innkeep, a redheaded woman in her forties moves up to answer Trista's question. "Everything we serve here is good, love, but we don't have that much too offer because of all them critters in the forest. Bloody bug things took our last shipment of livestock, ate 'em all, the driver too." She looks back at the kitchen. "We've got some pork left, that ain't too old."
The sudden pull of being brought in for a hug very nearly risked being more dangerous than actually fighting it, Danielle struggling to breath with the intense crushing pressure on her ribs. But thanks to the elf, she was alive enough to give a smile to the troll after collecting her breath. “Thank you.” There was worst things in the world than having a troll that liked you and the work it took would pay for itself soon, she was sure. “We must be going now. I wish you well.” With the elf along with her, they continued their journey.
So be it. Without warning Varrin pulled Madeline to the side with one hand and threw a dagger at the closer man with the other. Since the attackers had gotten so close he aimed for the throat of the guy, feeling pretty confident he would hit. The he quickly pulled out his two steel daggers meant for close combat and prepared to engage the men – hopefully just the second one.
'A witch?' Ard had to chuckle, 'Even if she is, if she's working as a herbalist she has to do a decent job of it otherwise the pitchforks and torches are not far away.' 'I think we should visit the witch, your wound needs tending to,' Ard told them.
Her carriage driver meets her with a bow and a smile, as well as a discrete look at her body, before going up to drive the carriage, while Gunther and Ashton get in their own, slightly larger, carriage. Heading out of town, Miriella finds an entire convoy outside the city walls, about twelve trade wagons escorted by well armed mercenaries who leer at her openly, but otherwise remain professional. Gunther gives a signal, and the entire convoy heads off towards Novigrad. The next week or so is a blur of uneventful travel. Though Mirielle has the opportunity to talk to Caster, Gunther or her son, or possibly even the mercs, most of the trip is spent in her seat, looking out the window. For a brief moment, she perks up as she hears the sound of a rotfiend attacking one of the wagons, but by the time she can go investigate, the mercenaries have already butchered it. At the end of the week, the convoy has stopped at a small town to resupply. As Miriella waits, the carriage baking in the afternoon sun, she hears Gunther outside, swearing loudly.
Trista smile to Gustav and nod to innkeeper. "That will be fine too. For me pork soup." She said what she wanted and return to chat with companions. "It look like the inn is watched by some forest creatures. I noticed something on the border of torchlight, but it turn back to bush, before I managed recognise it."
On horseback, the two women make good time, avoiding any confrontations with bandits or monsters as they go from town to town. Gynnie proves to have been worth the trouble, guiding the pair away from several dangers, such as a monster nest and a hidden bog that threatened to drown them. After many days of travel, Danielle sees Novigrad in the distance, where her husband awaits. The free city is one of the greatest in the region, a haven of trade and culture, though the Church of the Eternal Fire has its headquarters here as well, a religion which has had its share of prejudice against magic users in the past. Heading along the road towards the city, both horses stop in their tracks as a young man, maybe in his twenties, bursts out onto the road in front of them, running for his life. Behind the young man follows a warrior in full plate armour, chasing after him. "Come back here, you murdering bastard!" The young man moves behind Danielle's horse, panting. "H-Help me!" The armoured man stops in front of the two women. "Stay out of this, ladies." He raises his sword and begins to approach the young man.
Already more than used to the gazes of men, Mirellia didn't mind it much. But seeing how well equipped the mercenaries were, she doubted if she even needed to fight at all. So as their trip began, Mirellia changed into her enchanted light armor, taking a chance to practice with her sword whenever they stopped, but unknown to everyone, even under her armor, the sexy milf was wearing her erotic lingerie underneath. As for speaking with anyone else, Mirellia mostly kept to herself unless they approached, and whenever they ate together, she'd ask her son how her studies are going, while asking Gunther a few more details about their trip. Spoiler Thanks to their well armed escorts, the week passed peacefully. Mirellia however was surprised as she heard Gunther yelling, now wearing her usual dress again, she goes out to investigate what's going on.
Expecting their targets to be distracted, the attackers are caught by surprise as Madeline is flung to the side, giving a graceful pirouette to avoid falling. The first dagger hits where it was aimed, embedding itself in the throat of one of the pale men, who falls to the ground, gurgling noises sounding out. The second man reels back from Varrin's attack, recovering quickly. He blocks both of Varrin's blades before landing a superficial cut on the nobleman's wrist, and moving to stab at his throat. Before he can get close enough, however, Madeline gives the man a shove back, and deftly dodges his return swing. Holding his dagger in a reverse grip, the assassin faces down Varrin, waiting for his opponent to make the first move, while Madeline keenly eyes the combat from a safe distance.
As he was told, it isn't long before the travelers find themselves in front of an ramshackle hut along the forest road. Ard sees a pretty redheaded woman out front, holding a bag filled presumably with herbs. She looks up to face Ard and his companions.
Gustav returns the smile, as three bowls of soup are placed in front of them, the smell rising up to stimulate Trista's nose and make her empty stomach rumble. The woman behind the counter gives a nod. "Yeah, we don't know what it is, either. We've been getting troubled by it, but we figured out pretty quickly that it don't like fire, which is why we put all them torches up."
Ard rode his horse a bit close to her, to speak normally, he gave her a nod, 'Ceádmil, you are the herbalist living here? My companion over there was wounded on the road,' He pointed at the human noble, 'Could you help us tend to her? You'd be compensated for your trouble, of course.'
Gunther is pacing back and forth in anger at the head of the convoy, but he comes to his senses as his daughter in law approaches, Mirellia clearly having some sort of calming effect on him. "Sorry to disturb you, my dear. The bastard Alderman is saying he has no supplies to give us, that his labourers are all out sick, that he can't let my men take the stuff from the warehouse for safety concerns. In reality, the stupid prick clearly just wants a bribe."
Trista started eating the soup, what nice warm her belly. "Anyone in the neiberhood is willing to put bounty? We, witchers can deal with the problem for good."
The redhead nods. "I am. Abigail is my name. Please, take her inside and lay her down on the table." Abigail walks into her hut, a sparsely decorated wooden structure that is filled with the scent of incense. "That arrow - scoia'tael?"
The soup itself isn't particularly great, but after such a long ride and strenuous combat, it hits the spot. The woman thinks. "We wouldn't be able to pay a lot, but maybe if we pooled together some cash with the gameskeeper? " She nods. "Yeah, we'd be willing to hire you, as long as you're not too expensive. We could afford maybe...300 crowns?"
Seeing that his opponent had at least some skill and was not just some random thug Varrin decided that now was not the time to play fair. Quickly he thrust with his daggers, one strike aimed at the man's chest, the other at his stomach. At the same time he spat some saliva at the man's eyes, trying to blind and distract him, followed by trying to kick one of the man's feet.
The man easily parries one strike and dodges the next, but the spit catches him right in one of his eyes, forcing him to blink, and in a split second of vulnerability, Varrin manages to kick his leg out from under him, sending the assassin sprawling onto his back.
