He nods quickly. "Y-Yes... One of the houses in the village, the old huntsman's. H-He was killed by the beast you slew, out in the swamp, and had no family, so his home is empty and ready for you."
“Hey, Maddie,” Varrin greeted his sister with a smile “yes, I did. She gave me a gemstone and said it was for you and Isabella. Since only you seem to home right now, do you want me to do anything with it, or should I wait for Isabella to come back and give it to her?” he made sure to keep his eyes on his sister's face.
Ard kissed Estelle's hand, 'Your interest flatters me. Tell me, you are not still a maiden, are you?' Ard was hoping she wasn't, as it would make things far less complicated.
She nods appreciative. "Thank You. I will stay there for The Night and take a look at these Ruins tomorrow" She looks at The Creatures Head on The Floor. "Might look nice over a Fireplace" she says to The Elder Man and walks out to The Huntsmans House.
"If something comes to mind, I'll be sure you let you know." Giving a friendly goodbye to the elf, it left Danielle by herself to approach the brothel. It was a lot more high class of a place than she expected to be, but for obvious reasons, she still had to be wary about introducing herself to the man waiting. He looked...a little too refined to be working here. Not unattractive. Even with a certain style of elegance. Just by looking at him, it wouldn't occur to her that he was helping run a prostitution ring. "Yes, that would be me. If you know who I am, should I assume you know why I'm here already? Not much of the situation was properly explained to me in the letter."
As Trista frees herself from her tight armour, and begins to wash herself with cooling water, she hears a sound from outside in the distance. A wolf is howling, its cry piercing through the quiet night air.
Emboldened by the fact that his mother hasn't 'awoken', Ashton's thrusts speed up rapidly, until his hips are slamming against her round ass. "Gonna fill you up, whore." He grunts between thrusts. As Mirellia feels his cock twitch, and knows that they're both about to reach climax together, the noblewoman hears a familiar noise from outside. "Ma'am? Ma'am? Are you up? The convoy is about to start moving." Caster calls out, standing a respectable distance away from the tent. "Oh shit. Oh, shit shit shit!" Ashton whispers, terrified of Mirellia waking and catching him inside her. All at once, he pulls his hard length out of her pussy, sending a wave of pleasure straight to Mirellia's brain, but leaving her unsatisfied, at the edge of her orgasm. Hurriedly, Ashton fixes the blankets and pulls Mirellia's panties back into place, before feigning sleep. "Ma'am? Are you awake?" Caster calls from outside.
"Oh, good." She takes the stone from him. "Just leave it with me, I'll look after it." She kisses his cheek again. "Thanks for your help today, brother. Any plans for tonight?"
Estelle blushes and looks at the floor. "Um...No..." Embarrassed, she goes to explain. "I...A friend of mine...We...experimented."
“Alright, take care of it.” Varrin handed the gem to his sister. “As for plans – none. Since I did not know what you and Isabella would need from me I did not make any plans, so I guess I have the night free. Maybe I'll visit mom and see how she's doing – haven't seen her in a few days...” he shrugged.
The huntsman's home is almost entirely empty, having been cleared out by other villagers after his death, but Verena does find a bedroll on the floor, as well as a longbow and arrows. The bow has a high draw weight, meaning that only someone quite strong can use it. The witcher assumes that no one else had the physical strength to pull back the string.
Haahn. N-no, not again. Damn it, damn it all! Mirellia cursed as she was once again left at the brink of an orgasm. But as Caster voice drew near, she finally "woke up." Shuddering, and acting surprised as her blanket was gone, the sexy milf looks at her son with her usual gaze. "Yes, yes, thank you. I will prepare immediately." She replied as she stands up, biting her lower lip as she stopped herself from masturbating. "Ashton, Ashton it's time to wake up." She said while shaking her son until he woke up. "Return to your tent and change." She ordered, and once he was gone. Mirellia cleans herself up, still struggling to keep herself from touching her aching pussy. The sexy milf puts on a new set of lingerie, and wears one of her regular dress. Before heading out her tent. She looks at Caster, "Are you alright? They told me that you were attacked last night. Did you see who... or what it was?" Mirellia asked in a cold, yet concerned tone.
The man leads her inside the building, a luxurious palatial space, which almost seems to Danielle like some high class social club rather than the brothel, with nobles and rich merchants gathered about and talking over expensive wines and coffee. The only giveaway is that the courtesans, both male and female, and of every race, are more scantily dressed than the patrons, some of whom look at Danielle with interest, but don't stop her, since she clearly has somewhere to be. "I'm afraid not. Doctor Velloton simply told me and the other maitre'd what you looked like, and to send you up to see him when you arrived." He heads up a set of stairs, into a what looks to be a large dressing room, where numerous courtesans sit in front of a long mirror, checking that their appearance is impeccable. The maitre'd makes smalltalk as they walk. "Your husband has been quite the godsend, miss. I hope you prove to be as talented."
Madeline giggles. "Oh, so now you want to play the dutiful son?" She nods. "I think she's still here, in her chambers, so feel free. I think she'd like to see you."
Ashton does a poor job of pretending to wake up, scurrying out of the tent. Outside, Caster gives a small bow. "Yes, ma'am, I'm fine. I was knocked out, but there was no serious damage, according to the physician." Caster frowns. "Unfortunately not. I can't quite remember the attack, or the minutes leading up to it. I'm sorry to have failed you."
Danielle at the very least, could admire the upper class feel to the place. It was clearly an upper class establishment and what she was wearing didn't even stand out that much here. She probably could still be the center of attention in the room, if she wanted to, but there wasn't any time for that. Moving along with the man, she nodded. "I hope I can be too, but I need to understand what I'm doing."
“Well, I'll see you later, I guess. Good night, Maddie.” Varrin gave his sister a quick kiss on the cheek, then left her to her training and exited the room, heading to his mother's chambers.
"Fail me? You are still alive even though you were attacked. Besides, no one would have expected an intruder inside our camp." Mirellia said in a stern tone, "Anyway, do clean up, I will wait in the carriage." She added before walking away, allowing Caster to collect her tent, as she enters her carriage. Still trying to push away the thoughts of her pussy, which had already begun leaking out her delicious nectar.
"Surprising that he didn't write that in his letter. In any case, here we are." The man stops in front of a doorway. "If you need anything, I'll be at the front, where I met you. If I'm not, ask for Francois. A pleasure to meet you, mistress." The maitre'd bows and leaves. Opening the door, Danielle steps into a small, cramped office area, filled with various books and magical implements. Looking out, she sees a curvy blonde woman sitting at a chair, facing away from her, a man kneeling between her legs. "Please stop moving, this is sensitive work, madame." The man's quiet voice rings out across the room, as the woman yawns. A breeze blows in through the window, shutting the door behind Danielle with a clunk. At the loud noise, the man pokes his head up inquisitively, revealing himself to be Danielle's husband. The thin, bespectacled man gives a smile as he sees his wife. "Ah, finally you're here, my love." Walking away from the blonde, the magician strides across the room to embrace his wife. "I've missed you terribly." For all his genuine emotion, Danielle can't help but feel that her husband's touch feels more like a friend's than a lover's. Chastely, he kisses her cheeks. "Please, come in. I should be done soon."
Verena examines The Bow with her yellow eyes. She takes one of The arrows next to it and puts it on The String, trying to pull the String back while aiming at The Wooden Wall.
