Isabella nods. "Of course. Well, it's not particularly fast, but it can use its magic to move the trees around it to some degree. I've heard talk of a witcher who dodged all of a leshy's strikes, only to be grabbed by his arms and legs with roots and vines and torn in half." She tells the gruesome story casually.
-100 crowns Corinne takes the money, before chuckling. "Abigail saved me from a witch hunt, once upon a time."
Once he returned, Mirellia has her own wooden sword ready. She gets into a stance, showing him the proper footing. "Now then, attack me." She said, prepared to parry, dodge, and block his blows. Though Ashton could tell that if his mother's dress was at risk of ripping, if she does any excessive movements.
'The witch saved you from a witch hunt?' Ard chuckled, 'How come they did not just hunt you both instead?' He looked to Abigail, 'How would you like to proceed with our search?'
“I see...” Varrin did his best not to think of the brutal death his sister had just described. “So we need to pay attention to the ground and be careful not to get grabbed by some roots. I guess we should leave the horses away from it, too, lest we be forced to return by foot.”
The vibrator inside whirrs, providing contant stimulation that threatens to make her gasp in pleasure. For a moment, she imagines that it belongs to her son, and then to the mysterious criminal she's yet to meet, before Samuel enters the room to break her fantasy, smiling at his wife while holding a tray of steaming food and tea. "Morning, my love." He walks over, kissing her cheek and handing her the tray. "I've made a deal with one of the girls. If the target comes in today, she'll come and find you."
Heading down a set of stairs, they find themselves an elegant elven hallway. Heading through a few corridors, lighting the way with a torch, Matthias points at a glimmer, and Verena sees a golden dagger upon a plinth.
Taking a few bites, she tried to eat the meal as normal. “Good to know. I hear he’s in high demand. Might be hard to get his attention....I’ll think of something.”
It takes several tries, but soon enough, Ashton's footwork becomes something approaching professional. The young man makes several extremely wide strikes. They're clumsy and ineffectual, but have the effect of making Mirellia move violently to evade or parry, causing strain on her dress. Unbenknownst to her, as she easily blocks another strike, several of the threads begin to come loose.
Abigail smirks. "Hey, who said I was a witch. Plenty of people dance naked in front of fires." Corinne sighs, as Abigail explains simply. "They couldn't hunt us, because there were none of them left alive to do the hunting." Satisfied by her bragging, the redhead changes the subject. "It's up to you. We can head into the swamps if you want, or maybe see if we can get a better lead." Corinne adds "The girl who spoke to the hunt, I think she was a witcher. Her eyes were yellow."
"Good thinking. We'll dismount when we get close." Isabella nods. "Speaking of which." She pulls her horse to a stop. "Madeline, stay far back. We won't be able to help you while we're fighting, so keep well out of danger." Madeline, for once, doesn't make a joke, instead simply nodding.
"Are you kidding? He'd be mad not to beg for your attention." Samuel smiles again, kissing her cheek once more. "I'll leave you for now, but my door is over if you need anything." He leaves, just as the vibrator picks up in intensity, moving slightly forwards and backwards.
Ignazy adds. "The last thing I can think of is sneaking in after dark, though I don't know if any of you are good at stealth." Trista finds the handcuffs where she left them, in her saddle bags.
Examining the plinth, she gathers that it's a kind of pressure plate, and taking away the dagger will activate something, though she doesn't know what.
'Beautiful and dangerous,' Ard smiled at Abigail, 'Seems like there is more to you than meets the eye, Abigail.' 'A witcher?' Ard nodded, 'She did not happen to have short grey hair and wore dark blue armour? We just met someone like her on the road.' 'Is there anything of interest in the swamps? Just wandering in without more information would be a search for a needle in a haystack,' Ard mused.
Kissing him back, she felt a little disappointed that he wouldn’t go any farther, especially with her so close on edge. Needing to get up, it didn’t seem like she’d have time to finish. Stumbling a bit forward while leaving it in underneath her clothes, the wetness of her pussy almost made it too slippery and risked falling out. Pressing her thighs tightly, she kept it in trying to push it deeper with her legs to hold it in place which only made the sensation that much worse. Taking a few awkward steps at first as it kept it’s work beneath her underwear, she resolved that the enchantment would lose energy eventually...in...six? Seven hours or so. Not great. But still needing to get on with her day, she went back to the bath to clean up and knowing she couldn’t just leave it out after modifying it without someone realizing what she did, she braced herself to slide it back in, push up her underwear and dress again as she edged orgasm. Still, having other places to be, she’d just have to deal with it and it was better to do her business before the client possibly arrived. Leaving the brothel with the toy still inside and now out on the public street, she remembered Gynnie’s offer and made her way there to see if she’d want to help with their mission.
"Good, but you're wasting too much energy on your swings. You are fighting a single opponent, not trying to swat away a fly." Mirellia replied as she continued training showing him some proper basic forms, not even bothering to check the state of her dress.
Trista shake her head another idea come to her mind. "We can just return to Inn, and tell that we need more time for hunting. It won't be weird if we want to rest in the safe place and you will join to us when night fall." She said and smile. "Gustav, we can both fake some relationship in the bedroom. We will make sounds and voices of sex, what make them thinking that we are vunerable, when we will mde a trap for them." She grins wide.
