Francois nods, not revealing any expression. "Well, a large number of our clients are involved in...less than legal operations, so that's a rather vague description. There is one man, however, who I think you might mean, by the name of Sparrow. He has a predilection for redheads with your body type. I'd say Sparrow comes around every...two or three days or so?" The maitre'd thinks. "Yes, that sounds about right. He's pretty regular. I think he came last night." He takes a drink. "He's popular round here, a good tipper and good in bed according to the girls, so you'll have competition."
"Always someone else's fault, eh?" Isabella rolls her eyes. "Still, I'm inclined to believe you." Madeline chuckles. "How magnanimous, sis." The sorceress ignores the jibe, instead deciding to answer the question. "A leshy is a sort of tree spirit, a creature able to control nature. They look like a large bipedal trees." She smirks. "They're territorial and exceedingly dangerous, but I promise to keep you safe, little brother. Relatively safe."
"Mmm...interesting." She doesn't say much more about it, though she makes the mental note. That meant at least another couple days of hanging around here and trying to avoid proper work. At least the hours were flexible. "I'll keep that in mind. It's been a lot getting adjusted to all this today. I'm going to call it a day for now, I think. A place like this should have a bath house, shouldn't it?"
Bogrid accepts the drink gratefully, taking a long swig. "We did pretty well in the ruin. Why don't we just do a frontal assault?" Ignazy and Gustav look at one another, before the witcher suggests "We could use Ignazy as a fake prisoner? Go on pretending that we captured him, and kill the innkeep while she thinks she's safe?"
"Oh?" Mirellia was surprised to see her son's ambush attempt. "Indeed he's right." She replied with a nod, before jabbing her elbow right on Ashton's chest. And if she succeeds in pushing him away, the sexy milf draws her sword. Placing the tip on his neck, as she looks at him with her usual cold expression. "And now you are dead." She sighed, moving away, and sheathing her precious rapier. "Now then, do you know what you did wrong?"
Corinne drinks readily, giving Ard a grateful look. Before the oneiromancer names a price, however, Abigail butts in. "Put it on my tab." Corinne narrows her her eyes, but nods in acceptance. "There was someone there, in the swamps. The riders spoke to her, made some sort of deal with her. I don't know what, exactly, it was all so unclear."
Ashton stumbles back, clutching his chest in pain where his mother struck him. "No," he grumbles, "if I knew, then I would have disarmed you."
"That's alright. I'll find my way." Moving away she went to the bath for a quick soak before heading to her new room for the night. (I really can't think of much right now. Sorry.)
'The "tab" is rather long I take it?' Ard chuckled, before his eyes narrowed, 'The Hunt made a deal with someone? Strange... I have never heard of them doing something like that.' 'Anyway, I do not doubt Abigail will eventually pay you back, but I would like to compensate you for my part in some way. You cannot live on good intentions alone,' Ard smiled, 'Is there something you would need, Corinne?'
"Well it's seems Your thanks is all I get. These Ruins were a waste of Time. Unless You found something?"
Trista think about that for the moment. "That would be weird if witchers captured monster instead of killing him. But... We can do it in that way. I should have in saddle handcuffs, with little improve it will be possible to get free from them without anyone help."
"Hah. Of course, action done in despiration always tend to be filled with holes." Mirellia sighed, "First off, you failed to secure my ways of fighting back. Sure going for the neck is a fine idea, but if you can't endure until your target is unconscious, well you already know what happened." She gave him a lecture, "Now, change into your training clothes. I will give you a handicap and wear this dress while we train."
(No problem) Danielle eventually finds her way to a pleasant bathhouse, shared between multiple courtesans of either gender, before heading up to a room she's been assigned. There's a brief flash of an image, of Alain atop her, his cock between her massive breasts, but the memory dissipates, though not the lust the episode created in the milf. She awakens to a knock at her door, Samuel's voice coming from the other side. "My love? I thought you might want some breakfast."
Corinne shrugs. "I know little of the hunt, besides what I've seen, so I can't say what's out of character for them." She looks at Ard. "Well, if you insist. My rent is coming up soon. One hundred crowns."
"I saw something golden, but I can't be sure what it was, since I was knocked out soon after. It's up to you, though we should try to return before dark."
Ashton leaves, returning in an ill fitting martial outfit, with a wooden sword filled with lead, meant to increase his physical strength. "Alright, mother, I'm ready." He takes up a stance, though his footwork is wrong.
“Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming her. I really should have thought things through instead of staring at her impressive bust – but I had had a bit too much to drink.” Varrin admitted. “Anyway, how fast is the leshy, and what sort of ranged attacks does it have?” That was his main concern.
'They mostly abduct people or kill them... at least that's what most stories tell about them,' Ard said, before he got his coin pouch from under his clothes. 'I wouldn't want the old lady downstairs to get upset with you,' Ard said, taking out coins worth 100 crowns and gave them to Corinne, 'Here, for your peace of mind.' He looked to Abigail, 'How do you two know each other anyway?'
What was she even thinking about? The weird imagery in her head was vivid. She could almost feel it physically on her body like it was real. She was clearly sex starved and the environment didn't help here. With some privacy in her room, she hiked up her dress looking over the drawers to find it. Her expectations of a brothel having sex toys in just about every room paid off and she found it. Carefully carved from wood and made for no risk of splinters, she weighed the dildo for a bit before getting the stuff from her enchanting kit and began to inscribe along with it. Making a few runic symbols on it and introducing some light powder, she never could show it off, but this was definitely one of her better inventions as it forced the fake cock to animate itself, started to shake and vibrate. Bringing it underneath her dress, she began to slide it up, feeling the make shift vibrator enter her waiting pussy. Shutting her eyes and sighing for a moment, the knock at the door made her jump just before it could get good. "I'm-I'm here." Hearing the door open, she didn't have time to take it back out, just quickly adjusting the length of her dress to pull it down and keep it covered as her husband entered the room. Face flushing red, she did her best to stay composed. "B..breakfest sounds great. Thank you."
