"Divination? What's to stop the boy from lying about his name and sign?" The knight looks unimpressed, but doesn't stop Danielle. The young sorceror holds out his palm, still behind the horses. "I'm Pel. My sign is, um...libra." Danielle spots a moment of hesitation, like her son when she's caught him red handed and he tries to make up a lie.
Blood sprays out onto the stone walls of the alley, as the assassin's throat is cut. The man's hands go to his neck, but it's far too late, and he stumbles and falls to the ground, quickly falling unconscious, before dying. "Shame they had to die. Oh well, thanks for rescuing me, bro." Madeline smiles and kisses Varrin's cheek affectionately.
The man grins, leaning back in his chair and sliding his legs out onto his desk. "Straight to business? Interesting, the old man back there preferred to start with small talk." He chuckles, and offers her a bottle of vodka. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I understand that my partner doesn't care about me, but replacing me with someone who's both trustworthy and competent will take time and money. The old man you're travelling with knows that he'll piss my partner off if I die, so don't try to act tough." He looks her up and down. "You're Feldonna's what? Wife? Daughter? Mistress?"
The movement, one she's done a hundred times, comes naturally to the witcher. Verena bends her knees slightly, the claws sailing harmlessly above her red locks, as she turns her hips. Pirouetting, the witcher slashes at her opponent, the silver blade carving into the monster's grey flesh. It lets out a piercing shriek, and Verena knows that she's mortally wounded the bloedzuiger, slicing up its internal organs. Enraged, the beast charges straight at her in one last attempt to drain her dry.
Both men nod. "My last client screwed me over, tried to kill me instead of paying me, so I need whatever money I can get." Gustav takes a swig of his vodka. Bogrid skulls the entire bottle at once, before letting out a satisfied "ahhh!" Wiping his mouth, he answers. "Well, I ain't a monster slayer, but since I'm not getting paid for protecting the merchant, we may as well do this. How hard can it be?" He looks at the witchers. Gustav chuckles. "How hard can it be? I always used to say that before jobs, and I almost always barely avoided getting killed."
"What a waste." The man chuckles, before she makes her threat. "I pay whatever I owe." His eyes narrow, and his voice drops. "What, you're saying you have some sort of connections, girl?"
"Now, now." The alderman says in a more conciliatory tone. "Perhaps the 'labour fee' I proposed to your father in law was a little high? I don't buy that you have connections to witch hunters." He tilts his head. "But, I didn't get to where I am by taking unnecessary risks. So perhaps we can work out a deal?"
Trista chuckled too for wordls of dwarf.
Gustav nods. "Yeah, we should definitely ask some questions. There's this lady," he gestures to the redhead at the bar, "plus some people in the kitchen, a few guests, the watchman outside, and I think she said that there was a woodsman out in the forest? We should probably split up if we want to talk to all those people. You have any idea who you want to talk to?"
The alderman smirks, leading Mirellia to assume that he was intending to irritate her by his proposition, more than out of any actual hope that she'd do it. Still, he seems satisfied enough to have annoyed her. Leaning back into his original position, the alderman says "All right, tell your father in law that he'll have his supplies soon, for 10% of what I asked him for. I need to make a little money off of this, of course." He grins. "Wouldn't want my poor children to starve."
Abigail uses the forceps to pull down on the arrowhead, pulling it through Estelle's thigh. The noble frowns slightly, as if confused about what's happening to her, but doesn't seem to be hurt. A sharp sensation causes her to jump slightly, pressing up against Ard's hand. Looking up at the elf, Estelle gives a dopey smile, running her hand up his arm. "Preeettyyy..."
Trista nod and finished her meal.
Kneeling down to rifle through the assassins' pockets, Varrin finds a coin purse tied to one of the men. Cutting the purse loose, he finds 100 Nilfgaardian florens inside. Florens, the currency of the massive Empire of Nilfgaard in the south, isn't particularly valuable in the Northern Kingdoms, but Varrin knows that if he can find a bank that'll pay him a fair exchange rate, he could exchange the coins for hefty sum of his own currency.
