The older witcher gives her a brief grin. "A wolf hunting another wolf? Appropriate." Gustav nods, and as Trista approaches, she finds that all three mounts are already saddled. "So, we're going after the woodsman?" Bogrid clambers onto his pony with a grunt. "You think this fellow could be the werewolf?"
Trista nod as she get in the saddle.
"Ma'am?" Danielle gave an inquisitive look, though she could take the guess this woman was probably the boss. It was doubtful she was still around to participate in the activities anyway. "My..." She swallowed. She had to look hesitant, and really, she was. "...you met my husband. Mage. Mostly keeps to himself. More focused on his work than alcohol or the girls? Well....we're....having issues repaying a debt and...after a lot of talk, we decided it might be best...if I ask about...working here."
Gustav chuckles. "Not yet. No, I'm borrowing the horse from the innkeeper, until we've finished the job. After that, I'll have to share the saddle with you again." He grins.
The woman listens silently until Danielle's finished, and then gives the redhead an analytical look, standing up and walking around her. Satisfied, she returns to her seat. "Well, you have the looks, but those aren't enough. We're one of the best establishments in the north, perhaps the best. It's not enough for our employees to look the part, they have to act it as well. How are you in the sack?" The woman asks the rather invasive question as though she were asking for the time, in a completely businesslike manner.
Gunther nods, as the bodies are cleaned up, and the drivers return to their wagons. "We should be reaching Novigrad in a few days, provided we don't get attacked again on the way, so you'll have time to change before you enter the city."
Gustav rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I heard them. Sounds like the beast was out for blood last night, though whether it killed an animal or a human is a mystery." Heading out into the forest, down a rough path, the trio find themselves in front of a small wooden cabin, surrounded by torches, like the inn was, though being daytime, they aren't lit. In front of the cabin they see the woodsman, a middle aged man with a bald head and a muscular body, covered in scars. He cuts wood with an axe as the three of them approach, giving them a glance of acknowledgement, but otherwise ignoring them.
Caster flashes her a smile. "Indeed, ma'am. I've been practicing in my spare time." The convoy begins moving again. "So," the young man asks, "The intruder last night, you think it might have been a squirrel?" He uses the nickname for scoia'tael, as many humans do.
"Hmmm." Caster replies. "It just seems strange to me that there were no attacks leading to or from the camp. Even an elf can't be that stealthy, can they? Especially after they attacked me and raised the alarm. They must have had to run away quickly, and yet there are no footprints leading away from camp. There were a few...leading to your tent. But you didn't see anything, did you?"
He nods. "Ask your questions, then." With a crack, he brings his axe down on a block of wood.
Trista check her medalion if it signal of any magic activity, but she know it won't inform her someone don't use magic.
“Hello, mother, it's good to see you,” Varrin greeted his mother, trying – and failing - not to stare at the skimpy outfit she was wearing. “How are you today?” He asked politely as he made his way to the seat, his pants suddenly very tight again – he had not gotten any release after Madeline's earlier teasing and so Angelica's outfit was having an even stronger effect than it would normally."Come in." Varrin hears his mother's voice sound from behind the door, a warm, comforting voice like Madeline's. Striding inside, he sees Angelica.
"Ah, Varrin. I see you've decided to take a break from chasing every woman in Redania to pay your poor old mother a visit." She gives a cheeky grin and pats the seat next to her. "Please, dear, sit down."
Caster is silent for a few moments, before speaking in his regular friendly tone. "Of course, ma'am. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for anything amiss." He leaves her alone with her thoughts, the rolling of the carriage wheels and some bird calls the only sound she can hear.
